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ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 



A TRAGEDY. 



BY 



ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. 



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Eur. Fr. Mel. 20. (537.) 




BOSTON: 

TICKNOR AND FIELDS. 

1866. 



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University Press : Welch, Bigelow, & Co., 
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TO THE MEMORY 



WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 

I NOW DEDICATE, WITH EQUAL AFFECTION, REVERENCE, AND REGRET, 

A POEM INSCRIBED TO HIM WHILE YET ALIVE IN WORDS WHICH 

ARE NOW RETAINED BECAUSE THEY WERE LAID BEFORE HIM ; 

AND TO WHICH, RATHER THAN CANCEL THEM, I HAVE 

ADDED SUCH OTHERS AS WERE EVOKED BY THE 

NEWS OF HIS DEATH : THAT THOUGH LOSING 

THE PLEASURE I MAY NOT LOSE THE 

HONOR OF INSCRIBING IN FRONT 

OF MY WORK THE HIGHEST 

OF CONTEMPORARY 

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THE PERSONS. 



CHIEF HUNTSxMAN. 

CHORUS. 

ALTH^A. 

MELEAGER. 

CENEUS. 

ATALANTA. 

TOXEUS. 

PLEXIPPUS. 

HERALD. 

MESSENGER. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 



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iEsCH. Cho. 602-612. 



THE ARGUMENT. 



A LTHtEA, daughter of Thestius and Eurythemis, queen of 
Calydon, being with child of Meleager her first-born son, 
dreamed that she brought forth a brand burning ; and upon his 
birth came the three Fates and prophesied of him three things, 
namely these ; that he should have great strength of his hands, 
and good fortune in this life, and that he should live no longer 
when the brand then in the fire were consumed : wherefore his 
mother plucked it forth and kept it by her. And the child being 
a man grown sailed with Jason after the fleece of gold, and won 
himself great praise of all men living ; and wlien the tribes of the 
north and west made war upon ^tolia, he fought against their 
army and scattered it. But Artemis, having at the first stirred 
up these tribes to war against QEneus, king of Calydon, because 
he had offered sacrifice to ail the gods saving her alone, but her 
he had forgotten to honor, was yet more wroth because of the 
destruction of this army, and sent upon the land of Calydon a 
wild boar, which slew many and wasted all their increase ; but 
him could none slay, and many went against him and perished. 
Then were all the chief men of Greece gathered together, and 
among them Atalanta, daughter of lasius the Arcadian, a virgin ; 
for whose sake Artemis let slay the boar, seeing she favored the 
maiden greatly ; and Meleager having despatched it gave the 



14 THE ARGUMENT, 

spoil thereof to Atalanta, as one beyond measure enamoured of 
her ; but the brethren of Althaea his mother, Toxeus and Plexip- 
pus, with such others as misliked that she only should bear off 
the praise whereas many had borne the labor, laid wait for her 
to take away her spoil ; but Meleager fought against them and 
slew them : whom when Althaea their sister beheld and knew to 
be slain of her son, she waxed for wrath and sorrow like as one 
mad, and taking the brand whereby the measure of her son's life 
was meted to him, she cast it upon a fire ; and with the wasting 
thereof his life likewise wasted away, that being brought back to 
his father's house he died in a brief space ; and his mother also 
endured not long after for very sorrow ; and this was his end, and 
the end of that hunting. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 



CHIEF HUNTSMAN. 

MAIDEN, and mistress of the months and stars 
Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven, 
Goddess whom all gods love with threefold heart, 
Being treble in thy divided deity, 
A light for dead men and dark hours, a foot 
Swift on the hills as morning, and a hand 
To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range 
Mortal, with gentler shafts than snow or sleep ; 
Hear now and help and lift no violent hand, 
But favorable and fair as thine eye's beam 
Hidden and shown in heaven; for I all night 
Amid the king's hounds and the hunting men 
Have wrought and worshipped toward thee ; nor shall man 
Seegoodher hounds or deadher edge of spears ; 
But for the end, that hes unreached at yet 
Between the hands and on the knees of gods. 
O fair-faced sun killing the stars and dews 
And dreams and desolation of the night ! 



r6 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Rise up, shine, stretch thine hand out, with thy bow 
Touch the most dimmest height of trembling heaven, 
And burn and break the dark about thy ways, 
Shot through and through with arrows ; let thine hair 
Lighten as flame above that flameless shell 
Which was the moon, and thine eyes fill the world, 
And thy lips kindle with swift beams ; let earth 
Laugh, and the long sea fiery from thy feet 
Through all the roar and ripple of streaming springs 
And foam in reddening flakes and flying flowers 
Shaken from hands and blown from lips of nymphs 
Whose hair or breast divides the wandering wave 
With salt close tresses cleaving lock to lock. 
All gold, or shuddering and unfurrowed snow ; 
And all the winds about thee with their wings, 
And fountain-heads of all the watered world ; 
Each horn of Acheloiis, and the green 
Euenus, wedded with the straitening sea. 
For in fair time thou comest ; come also thou, 
Twin-born with him, and virgin, Artemis, 
And give our spears their spoil, the wild boar's hide, 
Sent in thine anger against us for sin done 
And bloodless altars without wine or fire. 
Him now consume thou ; for thy sacrifice 
With sanguine-shining steam divides the dawn. 
And one, the maiden rose of all thy maids. 
Arcadian Atalanta, snowy-souled. 
Fair as the snow and footed as the wind, 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 17 

From Ladon and well-wooded Maenalus 
Over the firm hills and the fleeting sea 
Hast thou drawn hither, and many an arm^d king, 
Heroes, the crown of men, like gods in fight. 
Moreover out of all the ^tolian land, 
From the full-flowered Lelantian pasturage 
To what of fruitful field the son of Zeus 
Won from the roaring river and laboring sea 
When the wild god shrank in his horn and fled 
And foamed and lessened through his wrathful fords, 
Leaving clear lands that steamed with sudden sun, 
These virgins with the lightening of the day 
Bring thee fresh wreaths and their own sweeter hair, 
Luxurious locks and flower-hke mixed with flowers, 
Clean offering, and chaste hymns ; but me the time 
Divides from these things ; whom do thou not less 
Help and give honor, and to mine hounds good speed, 
And edge to spears, and luck to each man's hand. 

CHORUS. 

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, 
The mother of months in meadow or plain 

Fills the shadows and windy places 
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; 

And the brown bright nightingale amorous 

Is half assuaged for Itylus, 

For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, 
The tongueless vigil, and all the pain. 



1 8 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers, 

Maiden most perfect, lady of light, 
With a noise of winds and many rivers, 

With a clamor of waters, and with might ; 
Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet. 
Over the splendor and speed of thy feet ; 
For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers. 

Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night. 

Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her. 
Fold our hands round her knees, and cling ? 

O that man's heart were as fire and could spring to her, 
Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring ! 

For the stars and the winds are unto her 

As raiment, as songs of the harp-player ; 

For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her. 
And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing. 

For winter's rains and ruins are over, 

And all the season of snows and sins ; 
The days dividing lover and lover. 

The light that loses, the night that wins ; 
And time remembered is grief forgotten, 
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, 
And in green underwood and cover 

Blossom by blossom the spring begins. 

The full streams feed on flower of rushes. 
Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 19 

The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes 

From leaf to flower and flower to fruit ; 
And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire, 
And the oat is heard above the lyre, 
And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes 

The chestnut-husk at the chestnut- root. 

And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night, 

Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid. 
Follows with dancing and fills with delight 

The Maenad and the Bassarid ; 
And soft as lips that laugh and hide 
The laughing leaves of the trees divide, 
And screen from seeing and leave in sight 

The god pursuing, the maiden hid. 

The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair 

Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes ; 
The wild vine shpping down leaves bare 

Her bright breast shortening into sighs ; 
The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves, 
But the berried ivy catches and cleaves 
To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare 

The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies. 

ALTH^A. 

What do ye singing? what is this ye sing? 



20 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

CHORUS. 

Flowers bring we, and pure lips that please the gods, 
And raiment meet for service : lest the day 
Turn sharp with all its honey in our hps. 

ALTH.EA. 

Night, a black hound, follows the white fawn day, 
Swifter than dreams the white flown feet of sleep ; 
Will ye pray back the night with any prayers ? 
And though the spring put back a little while 
Winter, and snows that plague all men for sin, 
And the iron time of cursing, yet I know 
Spring shall be ruined with the rain, and storm 
Eat up like fire the ashen autumn days. 
I marvel what men do with prayers awake 
Who dream and die with dreaming ; any god, 
Yea the least god of all things called divine. 
Is more than sleep and waking ; yet we say, 
Perchance by praying a man shall match his god. 
For if sleep have no mercy, and man's dreams 
Bite to the blood and burn into the bone. 
What shall this man do waking ? By the gods, 
He shall not pray to dream sweet things to-night, 
Having dreamt once more bitter things than death. 

CHORUS. 
Queen, but what is it that hath burnt thine heart ? 
For thy speech flickers like a blown-out flame. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 21 

ALTH.EA. 

Look, ye say well, and know not what ye say ; 
For all my sleep is turned into a fire. 
And all my dreams to stuff that kindles it. 

CHORUS. 

Yet one doth well being patient of the gods. 

ALTH^A. 

Yea, lest they smite us with some four-foot plague. 

CHORUS. 
But when time spreads find out some herb for it. 

ALTHiEA. 

And with their healing herbs infect our blood. 

CHORUS. 

What ails thee to be jealous of their ways ? 

ALTHiEA. 

What if they give us poisonous drinks for wine ? 

CHORUS. 

They have their will ; much talking mends it not. 

ALTH^A. 

And gall for milk, and cursing for a prayer ? 



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22 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 



CHORUS. 

Have they not given life, and the end of life ? 

ALTHiEA. 

Lo, where they heal, they help not ; thus they do, 
They mock us with a Httle piteousness. 
And we say prayers and weep ; but at the last, 
Sparing awhile, they smite and spare no whit. 

CHORUS. 
Small praise man gets dispraising the high gods : 
What have they done that thou dishonorest them ? 

ALTHiEA, 

First Artemis for all this harried land 

I praise not, and for wasting of the boar 

That mars with tooth and tusk and fiery feet 

Green pasturage and the grace of standing corn 

And meadow and marsh with springs and unblown leaves, 

Flocks and swift herds and all that bite sweet grass, 

I praise her not ; what things are these to praise ? 

CHORUS. 

But when the king did sacrifice, and gave 

Each god fair dues of wheat and blood and wine, 

Her not with bloodshed nor burnt-offering 

Revered he, nor with salt or cloven cake ; 

Wherefore being wroth she plagued the land ; but now 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 23 

Takes oif from us fate and her heavy things. 
Which deed of these twain were not good to praise ? 
For a just deed looks always either way 
With blameless eyes, and mercy is no fault. 

ALTHiEA. 

Yea, but a curse she hath sent above all these 
To hurt us where she healed us ; and hath lit 
Fire where the old fire went out, and where the wind 
Slackened, hath blown on us with deadlier air. 

CHORUS. 

What storm is this that tightens all our sail ? 

ALTHAEA. 

Love, a thwart sea-wind full of rain and foam. 

CHORUS. 

Whence blown, and born under what stormier star ? 

ALTHAEA. 

Southward across Euenus from the sea. 

CHORUS. 

Thy speech turns toward Arcadia like blown wind. 

ALTH.EA. 

Sharp as the north sets when the snows are out. 



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24 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

CHORUS. 

Nay, for this maiden hath no touch of love. 

ALTHiEA. 

I would she had sought in some cold gulf of sea 
Love, or in dens where strange beasts lurk, or fire, 
Or snows on the extreme hills, or iron land 
Where no spring is ; I would she had sought therein 
And found, or ever love had found her here. 

CHORUS. 
She is holier than all holy days or things, 
The sprinkled water, or fume of perfect fire ; 
Chaste, dedicated to pure prayers, and filled 
With higher thoughts than heaven ; a maiden clean, 
Pure iron, fashioned for a sword ; and man 
She loves not ; what should one such do with love ? 

ALTHiEA. 

Look you, I speak not as one light of wit, 
But as a queen speaks, being heart-vexed ; for oft 
I hear my brothers wrangling in mid hall. 
And am not moved ; and my son chiding them, 
And these things nowise move me, but I know 
Foolish and wise men must be to the end. 
And feed myself with patience ; but this most, 
This moves me, that for wise men as for fools 
Love is one thing, an evil thing, and turns 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 25 

Choice words and wisdom into fire and air. 
And in the end shall no joy come, but grief, 
Sharp words and soul's division and fresh tears 
Flower-wise upon the old root of tears brought forth, 
Fruit- wise upon the old flower of tears sprung up, 
Pitiful sighs, and much regrafted pain. 
These things are in my presage, and myself 
Am part of them and know not ; but in dreams 
The gods are heavy on me, and all the fates 
Shed fire across my eyehds mixed with night, 
And burn me blind, and disilluminate 
My sense of seeing, and my perspicuous soul 
Darken with vision ; seeing I see not, hear 
And hearing am not holpen, but mine eyes 
Stain many tender broideries in the bed 
Drawn up about my face that I may weep 
And the king wake not ; and my brows and lips 
Tremble and sob in sleeping, like swift flames 
That tremble, or water when it sobs with heat 
Kindled from under ; and my tears fill my breast 
And speck the fair-dyed pillows round the king 
With barren showers and Salter than the sea, 
Such dreams divide me dreaming ; for long since 
I dreamed that out.of this my womb had sprung 
Fire and a firebrand ; this was ere my son, 
Meleager, a goodly flower in fields of fight, 
Felt the light touch him coming forth, and wailed 
Childlike ; but yet he was not ; and in time 



26 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

I bare him, and my heart was great ; for yet 
So royally was never strong man born, 
Nor queen so nobly bore as noble a thing 
As this my son was : such a birth God sent 
And such a grace to bear it. Then came in 
Three weaving women, and span each a thread, 
Saying This for strength and That for luck, and one 
Saying Till the brand upon the hearth burn down, 
So long shall this man see good days and hve. 
And I with gathered raiment from the bed 
Sprang, and drew forth the brand, and cast on it 
Water, and trod the flame barefoot, and crushed 
With naked hand spark beaten out of spark 
And blew against and quenched it ; for I said, 
These are the most high Fates that dwell with us, 
And we find favor a little in their sight, 
A little, and more we miss of, and much time 
Foils us ; howbeit they have pitied me, O son, 
And thee most piteous, thee a tenderer thing 
Than any flower of fleshly seed alive. 
Wherefore I kissed and hid him with my hands. 
And covered under arms and hair, and wept. 
And feared to touch him with my tears, and laughed ; 
So light a thing was this man, grown so great 
Men cast their heads back, seeing against the sun 
Blaze the armed man carven on his shield, and hear 
The laughter of little bells along the brace 
Ring, as birds singing or flutes blown, and watch, 



ATALANTA IN CALVDON. 27 

High up, the cloven shadow of either plume 

Divide the bright light of the brass, and make 

His helmet as a windy and wintering moon 

Seen through blown cloud and plume-like drift, when ships 

Drive, and men strive with all the sea, and oars 

Break, and the beaks dip under, drinking death ; 

Yet was he then but a span long, and moaned 

With inarticulate mouth inseparate words, 

And with blind lips and fingers wrung my breast 

Hard, and thrust out with foolish hands and feet, 

Murmuring ; but those gray women with bound hair 

Who fright the gods frighted not him ; he laughed 

Seeing them, and pushed out hands to feel and haul 

Distaff and thread, intangible ; but they 

Passed, and I hid the brand, and in my heart 

Laughed likewise, having all my will of heaven. 

But now I know not if to left or right 

The gods have drawn us hither ; for again 

I dreamt, and saw the black brand burst on fire 

As a branch bursts in flower, and saw the flame 

P^ade flower-wise, and Death came and with dry lips 

Blew the charred ash into my breast ; and Love 

Trampled the ember and crushed it with swift feet. 

This I have also at heart ; that not for me, 

Not for me only or son of mine, O girls, 

The gods have wrought life, and desire of hfe, 

Heart's love and heart's division ; but for all 

There shines one sun and one wind blows till nio^ht. 



23' ATALANTA IN CALVDON. 

And when night comes the wind sinks and the sun, 

And there is no b'ght after, and no storm, 

But sleep and much forgetfulness of things. 

In such wise I gat knowledge of the gods 

Years hence, and heard high sayings of one most wise, 

Eurythemis my mother, who beheld 

With eyes alive and spake with lips of these 

As one on earth disfleshed and disallied 

From breath or blood corruptible ; such gifts 

Time gave her, and an equal soul to these 

And equal face to all things ; thus she said. 

But whatsoever intolerable or glad 

The swift hours weave and unweave, T go hence 

Full of mine own soul, perfect of myself, 

Toward mine and me sufficient ; and what chance 

The gods cast lots for and shake out on us, 

That shall we take, and that much bear withal. 

And now, before these gather to the hunt, 

I will go arm my son and bring him forth, 

Lest love or some man's anger work him harm. 

CHORUS. 

Before the beginning of years 

There came to the making of man 

Time, with a gift of tears ; 
Grief, with a glass that ran ; 

Pleasure, with pain for leaven ; 
Summer, with flowers that fell y 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 29 

Remembrance fallen from heaven, 

And madness risen from hell ; 
Strength without hands to smite ; 

Love that endures for a breath ; 
Night, the shadow of light, 

And life, the shadow of death. 

And the high gods took in hand 

Fire, and the falling of tears, 
And a measure of sliding sand 

From under the feet of the years ; 
And froth and drift of the sea ; 

And dust of the laboring earth ; 
And bodies of things to be 

In the houses of death and of birth ; 
And wrought with weeping and laughter. 

And fashioned with loathing and love, 
With life before and after 

And death beneath and above. 
For a day and a night and a morrow, 

That his strength might endure for a span 
With travail and heavy sorrow? 

The holy spirit of man. 

From the w^'nds of the north and the south 

They gathered as unto strife ; 
They breathed upon his mouth, 

They filled his body with life ; 



30 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

Eyesight and speech they wrought 

For the veils of the soul therein, 
A time for labor and thought, 

A time to serve and to sin ; 
They gave him light in his ways, 

And love, and a space for delight, 
And beauty and length of days. 

And night, and sleep in the night 
His speech is a burning fire ; 

With his lips he travaileth ; 
In his heart is a blind desire, 

In his eyes foreknowledge of death ; 
He weaves, and is clothed with derision ; 

Sows, and he shall not reap ; 
His life is a watch or a vision 

Between a sleep and a sleep. 

MELEAGER. 

O sweet new heaven and air without a star, 
Fair day, be fair and welcome, as to men 
With deeds to do and praise to pluck from thee. 
Come forth a child, born with clear sound and light, 
With laughter and swift limbs and prosperous looks ; 
That this great hunt with heroes for the hounds 
May leave thee memorable and us well sped. 

ALTHiEA. 

Son, first I praise thy prayer, then bid thee speed ; 
But the gods hear men's hands before their lips, 



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And heed beyond all crying and sacrifice 
Light of things done and noise of laboring men. 
But thou, being armed and perfect for the deed, 
Abide ; for like rain-flakes in a wind they grow, 
The men thy fellows, and the choice of the world, 
Bound to root out the tusked plague, and leave 
Thanks and safe days and peace in Calydon. 

MELEAGER. 

For the whole city and all the low-lying land 
Flames, and the soft air sounds with them that come ; 
The gods give all these fruit of all their works. 

ALTHiEA. 

Set thine eye thither and fix thy spirit and say 

Whom there thou knowest ; for sharp mixed shadow and 

wind 
Blown up between the morning and the mist, 
With steam of steeds and flash of bridle or wheel, 
And fire, and parcels of the broken dawn. 
And dust divided by hard light, and spears 
That shine and shift as the edge of wild beasts' eyes, 
Smite upon mine ; so fiery their blind edge 
Burns, and bright points break up and baffle day. 

MELEAGER. 

The first, for many I know not, being far oflf, 
Peleus the Larissaean, couched with whom 



32 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Sleeps the white sea-bred wife and silver-shod, 
Fair as fled foam, a goddess ; and their son 
Most swift and splendid of men's children born, 
Most like a god, full of the future fame. 

ALTH^A. 

Who are these shining like one sundered star ? 

MELEAGER. 

Thy sister's sons, a double flower of men. 

ALTHiEA. 

O sweetest kin to me in all the world, 
O twin-born blood of Leda, gracious heads 
Like kindled lights in untempestuous heaven, 
Fair flower-hke stars on the iron foam of fight, 
With what glad heart and kindliness of soul, 
Even to the staining of both eyes with tears 
And kindhng of warm eyelids with desire, 
A great way off I greet you, and rejoice 
Seeing you so fair, and moulded like as gods. 
Far off ye come, and least in years of these. 
But lordliest, but worth love to look upon. 

MELEAGER. 

Even such (for sailing hither I saw far hence, 
And where Eurotas hollows his moist rock 
Nigh Sparta with a strenuous-hearted stream) 



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Even such I saw their sisters ; one swan-white, 

The httle Helen, and less fair than she 

Fair Clytaemnestra, grave as pasturing fawns 

Who feed and fear some arrow ; but at whiles, 

As one smitten with love or wrung with joy, 

She laughs and lightens with her eyes, and then 

Weeps ; whereat Helen, having laughed, weeps too, 

And the other chides her, and she being chid speaks naught, 

But cheeks and hps and eyelids kisses her. 

Laughing ; so fare they, as in their bloomless bud 

And full of unblown life, the blood of gods. 

ALTHAEA. 

Sweet days befall them and good loves and lords, 
And tender and temperate honors of the hearth, 
Peace, and a perfect hfe and blameless bed. 
But who shows next an eagle wrought in gold. 
That flames and beats broad wings against the sun, 
And with void mouth gapes after emptier prey '^. 

MELEAGER. 

Know by that sign the reign of Telamon 

Between the fierce mouths of the encountering brine 

On the strait reefs, of twice-washed Salamis. 

ALTH^A. 

For hke one great of hand he bears himself, 
Vine-chapleted, with savors of the sea, 



34 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Glittering as wine and moving as a wave. 
But who girt round there roughly follows him ? 

MELEAGER. 

Ancaeus, great of hand, an iron bulk, 
Two-edged for fight as the axe against his arm, 
Who drives against the surge of stormy spears 
Full-sailed ; him Cepheus follows, his twin-born, 
Chief name next his of all Arcadian men. 

ALTH/EA. 

Praise be with men abroad ; chaste lives with us, 
Home-keeping days and household reverences. 

MELEAGER. 

Next by the left unsandalled foot know thou 
The sail and oar of this ^tolian land. 
Thy brethren, Toxeus and the violent-souled 
Plexippus, over-swift with hand and tongue ; 
For hands are fruitful, but the ignorant mouth 
Blows and corrupts their work with barren breath. 

ALTH^A. 

Speech too bears fruit, being worthy ; and air blows down 
Things poisonous, and high-seated violences. 
And with charmed words and songs have men put out 
Wild evil, and the fire of tyrannies. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 2>S 

MELEAGER. 

Yea, all things have they, save the gods and love. 

ALTHiEA. 

Love thou the law and cleave to things ordainea. 

MELEAGER. 

Law lives upon their lips whom these applaud. 

ALTHiEA. 

How sayest thou these ? what god applauds new things ? 

MELEAGER. 

Zeus, who hath fear and custom under foot. 

ALTHiEA. 

But loves not laws thrown down and lives awry. 

MELEAGER. 

Yet is not less himself than his own law. 

ALTH.EA. 

Nor shifts and shuffles old things up and down. 

MELEAGER. 

But what he will remoulds and discreates. 

ALTHiEA. 

Much, but not this, that each thing live its life. 



36 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

MELEAGER. 

Nor only live, but lighten and lift up higher. 

ALTHAEA. 

Pride breaks itself, and too much gained is gone. 

MELEAGER. 

Things gained are gone, but great things done endure. 

ALTHiEA. 

Child, if a man serve law through all his hfe 
And with his whole heart worship, him all gods 
Praise ; but who loves it only with his hps. 
And not in heart and deed desiring it 
Hides a perverse will with obsequious words. 
Him heaven infatuates and his twin-born fate 
Tracks, and gains on him, scenting sins far off. 
And the swift hounds of violent death devour. 
Be man at one with equal-minded gods. 
So shall he prosper ; not through laws torn up. 
Violated rule and a new face of things. 
A woman armed makes war upon herself, 
Unwomanlike, and treads down use and wont 
And the sweet common honor that she hath. 
Love, and the cry of children^ and the hand 
Trothphght and mutual mouth of marriages. 
This doth she, being unloved ; whom if one love. 
Not fire nor iron and the wide-mouthed wars 
Are deadher than her lips or braided hair. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. yj 

For of the one comes poison, and a curse 
Falls from the other and burns the lives of men. 
But thou, son, be not filled with evil dreams, 
Nor with desire of these things ; for with time 
Blind love burns out ; but if one feed it full 
Till some discoloring stain dyes all his life, 
He shall keep nothing praiseworthy, nor die 
The sweet wise death of old men honorable, 
Who have lived out all the length of all their years 
Blameless, and seen well-pleased the face of gods. 
And without shame and without fear have wrought 
Things memorable, and while their days held out 
In sight of all men and the sun's great light 
Have gat them glory and given of their own praise 
To the earth that bare them and the day that bred, 
Home friends and far-off hospitalities. 
And filled with gracious and memorial fame 
Lands loved of summer or washed by violent seas, 
Towns populous and many unfooted ways, 
And aHen lips and native with their own. 
But when white age and venerable death 
Mow down the strength and life within their limbs, 
Drain out the blood and darken their clear eyes, 
Immortal honor is on them, having past 
Through splendid hfe and death desirable 
To the clear seat and remote throne of souls, 
Lands indiscoverable in the unheard-of west. 
Round which the strono: stream of a sacred sea 



38 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

Rolls without wind forever, and the snow 

There shows not her white wings and windy feet, 

Nor thunder nor swift rain saith anything, 

Nor the sun burns, but all things rest and thrive ; 

And these, filled full of days, divine and dead, 

Sages and singers fiery from the god, 

And such as loved their land and all things good 

And, best beloved of best men, hberty. 

Free lives and lips, free hands of men free-born, 

And whatsoever on earth was honorable 

And whosoever of all the ephemeral seed. 

Live there a hfe no liker to the gods 

But nearer than their life of terrene days. 

Love thou such life and look for such a death. 

But from the light and fiery dreams of love 

Spring heavy sorrows and a sleepless life, 

Visions not dreams, whose lids no charm, shall close 

Nor song assuage them waking ; and swift death 

Crushes with sterile feet the unripening ear, 

Treads out the timeless vintage ; whom do thou 

Eschewing embrace the luck of this thy life. 

Not without honor ; and it shall bear to thee 

Such fruit as men reap from spent hours and wear, 

Few men, but happy ; of whom be thou, O son. 

Happiest, if thou submit thy soul to fate, 

And set thine eyes and heart on hopes high-born 

And divine deeds and abstinence divine. 

So shalt thou be toward all men all thy days 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 39 

As light and might communicable, and burn 

From heaven among the stars above the hours, 

Arid break not as a man breaks nor burn down : 

For to whom other of all heroic names 

Have the gods given his life in hand as thine ? 

And gloriously hast thou hved, and made thy life 

To me that bare thee and to all men born 

Thankworthy, a praise forever ; and hast won fame 

When wild wars broke all round thy father's house, 

And the mad people of windy mountain ways 

Laid spears against us like a sea, and all 

-^tolia thundered with Thessalian hoofs ; 

Yet these, as wind baffles the foam, and beats 

Straight back the relaxed ripple, didst thou break 

And loosen all their lances, till undone 

And man from man they fell ; for ye twain stood 

God against god, Ares and Artemis, 

And thou the mightier 5 wherefore she unleashed 

A sharp-toothed curse thou too shalt overcome ; 

For ill the greener blossom of thy life 

Ere the full blade caught flower, and when time gave 

Respite, thou didst not slacken soul nor sleep, 

But with great hand and heart seek praise of men 

Out of sharp straits and many a grievous thing, 

Seeing the strange foam of undivided seas 

On channels never sailed in, and by shores 

Where the old winds cease not blowing, and all the night 

Thunders, and day is no delight to men. 



40 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

CHORUS. 

Meleager, a noble wisdom and fair words 

The gods have given this woman ; hear thou these. 

MELEAGER. 

mother, I am not fain to strive in speech 
Nor set my mouth against thee, who art wise 
Even as they say and full of sacred words. 

But one thing I know surely, and cleave to this ; 
That though I be not subtle of wit as thou 
Nor womanhke to weave sweet words, and melt 
Mutable minds of wise men as with fire, 

1 too, doing justly and reverencing the gods, 
Shall not want wit to see what things be right. 
For whom they love and whom reject, being gods, 
There is no man but seeth, and in good time 
Submits himself, refraining all his heart. 

And I too as thou sayest have seen great things ; 

Seen otherwhere, but chiefly when the sail 

First caught between stretched ropes the roaring west, 

And all our oars smote eastward, and the wind 

First flung round faces of seafaring men 

White splendid snow-flakes of the sundering foam. 

And the first furrow in virginal green sea 

Followed the plunging ploughshare of hewn pine, 

And closed, as when deep sleep subdues man's breath 

Lips close and heart subsides ; and closing, shone 

Suniike with many a Nereid's hair, and moved 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 41 

Round many a trembling mouth of doubtful gods, 

Risen out of sunless and sonorous gulfs 

Through waning water and into shallow light, 

That watched us ; and when flying the dove was snared 

As with men's hands, but we shot after and sped 

Clear through the irremeable Symplegades ; 

And chiefliest when hoar beach and herbless cliff 

Stood out ahead from Colchis, and we heard 

Clefts hoarse with wind, and saw through narrowing reefs 

The lightning of the intolerable wave 

Flash, and the white wet flame of breakers burn 

Far under a kindhng south-wind, as a lamp 

Burns and bends all its blowing flame one way ; 

Wild heights untravelled of the wind, and vales 

Cloven seaward by their violent streams, and white 

With bitter -flowers and bright salt scurf of brine ; 

Heard sweep their sharp swift gales, and bowing birdwise 

Shriek with birds' voices, and with furious feet 

Tread loose the long skirts of a storm ; and saw 

The whole white Euxine clash together and fall 

Full-mouthed, and thunderous from a thousand throats : 

Yet we drew thither and won the fleece and won 

Medea, deadher than the sea ; but there 

Seeing many a wonder and fearful things to men 

I saw not one thing like this one seen here. 

Most fair and fearful, feminine, a god. 

Faultless ; whom I that love not, being unHke, 

Fear, and give honor, and choose from all the gods. 



42 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

CENEUS. 

Lady, the daughter of Thestius, and thou, son, 

Not ignorant of your strife nor h'ght of wit. 

Scared with vain dreams and fluttering like spent fire, 

I come to judge between you, but a king 

Full of past days and wise from years endured. 

Nor thee I praise, who art fain to undo things done ; 

Nor thee, who art swift to esteem them overmuch. 

For what the hours have given is given, and this 

Changeless ; howbeit these change, and in good time 

Devise new things and good, not one thing still. 

Us have they sent now at our need for help 

Among men armed a woman, foreign born, 

Virgin, not Hke the natural flower of things 

That grows and bears and brings forth fruit and dies ; 

Unlovable, no hght for a husband's house, 

Espoused ; a glory among unwedded girls, 

And chosen of gods who reverence maidenhood. 

These too we honor in honoring her ; but thou. 

Abstain thy feet from following, and thine eyes 

From amorous touch ; nor set toward hers thine heart. 

Son, lest hate bear no deadHer fruit than love. 

ALTH^A. 

O king, thou art wise, but wisdom halts ; and just, 
But the gods love not justice more than fate, 
And smite the righteous and the violent mouth, 
And mix with insolent blood the reverent man's, 






ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 43 

And bruise the holier as the lying lips. 
Enough ; for wise words fail me, and my heart 
Takes fire and trembles flamewise, O my son, 

child, for thine head's sake ; mine eyes wax thick, 
Turning toward thee, so goodly a weaponed man, 
So glorious ; and for love of thine own eyes 

They are darkened, and tears burn them, fierce as fire, 
And my lips pause and my soul sinks with love. 
But by thine hand, by thy sweet hfe and eyes. 
By thy great heart and these clasped knees, O son, 

1 pray thee that thou slay me not with thee. 
For there was never a mother woman-born 
Loved her sons better ; and never a queen of men 
More perfect in her heart toward whom she loved. 
For what lies light on many and they forget. 
Small things and transitory as a wind o' the sea, 

I forget never; I have seen thee all thine years 

A man in arms, strong and a joy to men 

Seeing thine head ghtter and thine hand burn its way 

Through a heavy and iron furrow of sundering spears ; 

But always also a flower of three suns old. 

The small one thing that lying drew down my life 

To lie with thee and feed thee ; a child and weak, 

Mine, a delight to no man, sweet to me. 

Who then sought to thee ? who gat help ? who knew 

If thou wert goodly ? nay, no man at all. 

Or what sea saw thee, or sounded with thine oar, 

ild ? or what strange land shone with war through thee ? 



i 



44 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

But fair for me thou wert, O little life, 
Fruitless, the fruit of mine own flesh, and blind, 
More than much gold, ungrown, a foolish flower. 
For silver nor bright snow nor feather of foam 
Was whiter, and no gold yellower than thine hair, 

child, my child ; and now thou art lordlier grown, 
Not loveher, nor a new thing in mine eyes, 

1 charge thee by thy soul and this my breast. 
Fear thou the gods and me and thine own heart, 
Lest all these turn against thee ; for who knows 
What wind upon what wave of altering time 
Shall speak a storm and blow calamity ? 

And there is nothing stabile in the world 
But the gods break it ; yet not less, fair son. 
If but one thing be stronger, if one endure, 
Surely the bitter and the rooted love 
That burns between us, going from me to thee, 
Shall more endure than all things. What dost thou, 
. Following strange loves ? why wilt thou kill mine heart ? 
Lo, I talk wild and windy words, and fall 
From my clear wits, and seem of mine own self 
Dethroned, dispraised, disseated ; and my mind. 
That was my crown, breaks, and mine heart is gone. 
And I am naked of my soul, and stand 
Ashamed, as a mean woman ; take thou thought : 
Live if thou wilt, and if thou wilt not, look, 
The gods have given thee life to lose or keep, 
Thou shalt not die as men die, but thine end 
Fallen upon thee shall break me unaware. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 45 

MELEAGER. 

Queen, my whole heart is molten with thy tears, 
And my limbs yearn with pity of thee, and love 
Compels with grief mine eyes and laboring breath : 
For what thou art I know thee, und this thy breast 
And thy fair eyes I worship, and am bound 
Toward thee in spirit, and love thee in all my soul. 
For there is nothing terribler to men 
Than the sweet face of mothers, and the might. 
But what shall be let be ; for us the day 
Once only lives a little, and is not found. 
Time and the fruitful hour are more than we, 
And these lay hold upon us ; but thou, God, 
Zeus, the sole steersman of the helm of things, 
Father, be swift to see us, and as thou- wilt 
Help : or if adverse, as thou wilt, refrain. 

CHORUS. 

We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair ; thou art good- 
ly, O Love ; 
Thy wings make light in the air as the wings of a dove. 
Thy feet are as winds that divide the stream of the sea ; 
Earth is thy covering to hide thee, the garment of thee. 
Thou art swift and subtle and bhnd as a flame of fire ; 
Before thee the laughter, behind thee the tears of desire ; 
And twain go forth beside thee, a man with a maid ; 
Her eyes are the eyes of a bride whom delight makes afraid ; 
As the breath in the buds that stir is her bridal breath : 
But Fate is the name of her ; and his name is Death. 



46 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

For an evil blossom was born 

Of sea-foam and the frothing of blood, 
Blood-red and bitter of fruit, 

And the seed of it laughter and tears, 
And the leaves of it madness and scorn ; 
A bitter flower from the bud, 
Sprung of the sea without root. 

Sprung without graft from the years. 

The weft of the world was untorn 

That is woven of the day on the night, 
The hair of the hours was not white 
Nor the raiment of time overworn. 

When a wonder, a world's delight, 
A perilous goddess was born ; 

And the waves of the sea as she came 
Clove, and the foam at her feet, 

Fawning, rejoiced to bring forth 
A fleshly blossom, a flame 
Filling the heavens with heat 

To the cold white ends of the north. 
And in air the clamorous birds. 

And men upon earth that hear 
Sweet articulate words 
Sweetly divided apart. 
And in shallow and channel and mere 
The rapid and footless herds. 

Rejoiced, being foolish of heart. 



ATALANTA IN CALVDON. 47 

For all they said upon earth, 
She is fair, she is white like a dove, 
And the life of the world in her breath 
Breathes, and is born at her birth : 

For they knew thee for mother of love. 
And knew thee not mother of death. 

What hadst thou to do being born, 

Mother, when winds were at ease. 
As a flower of the springtime of corn, 

A flower of the foam of the seas ? 
For bitter thou wast from thy birth, 

Aphrodite, a mother of strife ; 
For before thee some rest was on earth, 
A little respite from tears, 
A little pleasure of life ; 
For life was not then as thou art. 
But as one that waxeth in years 
Sweet-spoken, a fruitful wife ; 
Earth had no thorn, and desire 
To sting, neither death any dart ; 
. What hadst thou to do among these. 
Thou, clothed with a burning fire, 
Thou, girt with sorrow of heart. 

Thou, sprung of the seed of the seas 
As an ear from a seed of corn. 

As a brand plucked forth of a pyre. 
As a ray shed forth of the morn, 



48 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

For division of soul and disease, 
For a dart and a sting and a thorn ? 
What ailed thee then to be born ? 
Was there not evil enough, 

Mother, and anguish on earth 

Born with a man at his birth. 
Wastes underfoot, and above 

Storm out of heaven, and dearth 
Shaken down from the shining thereof. 
Wrecks from afar overseas 

And peril of shallow and firth, 

And tears that spring and increase 

In the barren places of mirth, 
That thou, having wings as a dove, 

Being girt with desire for a girth, 
That thou must come after these. 
That thou must lay on him love ? 

Thou shouldst not so have been born : 
But death should have risen with thee, 
Mother, and visible fear. 

Grief, and the wringing of hands, 
And 'noise of many that mourn ; 
The smitten bosom, the knee 
Bowed, and in each man's ear 
A cry as of perishing lands, 
A moan as of people in prison, 
A tumult of infinite griefs ; 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. " 49 

And thunder of storm on the sands, 
And waihng of wives on the shore ; 
And under thee newly arisen 

Loud shoals and shipwrecking reefs, 
Fierce air and violent hght ; 
Sail rent and sundering oar, 
Darkness, and noises of night ; 
Clashing of streams in the sea, 
Wave against wave as a sword, 
Clamor of currents, and foam ; 
Rains making ruin on earth. 
Winds that wax ravenous and roam 
As wolves in a wolfish horde ; 
Fruits growing faint in the tree, 

And blind things dead in their birth ; 
Famine, and blighting of corn. 
When thy time was come to be born. 

All these we know of; but thee 

Who shall discern or declare ? 
In the uttermost ends of the sea 

The light of thine eyelids and hair, 
The light of thy bosom as fire 
Between the wheel of the sun 
And the flying flames of the air ? 

Wilt thou turn thee not yet nor have pity, 
But abide with despair and desire 

And the crying of armies undone, 



50 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Lamentation of one with another, 
And breaking of city by city ; 
The dividing of friend against friend, 

The severing of brother and brother ; 
Wilt thou utterly bring to an end ? 

Have mercy, mother ! 

For against all men from of old 
Thou hast, set thine hand as a curse, 
And cast out gods from their places. 
These things are spoken of thee. 
Strong kings and goodly with gold 
Thou hast found out arrows to pierce, 
And made their kingdoms and races 
As dust and surf of the sea. 
All these, overburdened with woes 

And with length of their days waxen weak, 
Thou slewest ; and sentest moreover 
Upon Tyro an evil thing, 
Rent hair and a fetter and blows 

Making bloody the flower of the cheek. 
Though she lay by a god as a lover, 
Though fair, and the seed of a king. 
For of old, being full of thy fire, 
She endured not longer to wear 
On her bosom a saffron vest, 

On her shoulder an ashwood quiver ; 
Being mixed and made one through desire. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 51 

With Enipeus, and all her hair 

Made moist with his mouth, and her breast 
Filled full of the foam of the river. 

ATALANTA. 

Sun, and clear light among green hills, and day- 
Late risen and long sought after, and you just gods 
Whose hands divide anguish and recompense. 
But first the sun's white sister, a maid in heaven, 
On earth of all maids worshipped, — hail, and hear, 
And witness with me if not without sign sent, 
Not without rule and reverence, I a maid 
Hallowed, and huntress holy as whom I serve, 
Here in your sight and eyeshot of these men 
Stand, girt as they toward hunting, and my shafts 
Drawn ; wherefore all ye stand up on my side, 
If I be pure and all ye righteous gods, 
Lest one revile me, a woman, yet no wife, 
That bear a spear for spindle, and this bow strung 
For a web woven ; and with pure lips salute 
Heaven, and the face of all the gods, and dawn 
Fining with maiden flames and maiden flowers 
The starless fold o' the stars, and making sweet 
The warm wan heights of the air, moon-trodden ways 
And breathless gates and extreme hills of heaven. 
Whom, having offered water and bloodless gifts, 
Flowers, and a golden circlet of pure hair, 
Next Artemis I bid be favorable 



52 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

And make this day all golden, hers and ours, 

Gracious and good and white to the unblamed end. 

But thou, O well-beloved, of all my days 

Bid it be fruitful, and a crown for all, 

To bring forth leaves and bind round all my hair 

With perfect chaplets woven for thine of thee. 

For not without the word of thy chaste mouth, 

For not without law given and clean command, 

Across the white straits of the running sea 

From Elis even to the Acheloian horn, 

I with clear winds came hither and gentle gods, 

Far off my father's house, and left uncheered 

lasius, and uncheered the Arcadian hills 

And all their green-haired waters, and all woods 

Disconsolate, to hear no horn of mine 

Blown, and behold no flash of swift white feet. 

MELEAGER. 

For thy name's sake and awe toward thy chaste head, 

O hohest Atalanta, no man dares 

Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise. 

And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair 

And holy habit of thine eyes, and feet 

That make the"blown foam neither swift nor white 

Though the wind winnow and whirl it ; yet we praise 

Gods, found because of thee adorable 

And for thy sake praiseworthiest from all men : 

Thee therefore we praise also, thee as these. 

Pure, and a light lit at the hands of gods. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 53 

TOXEUS. 

How long will ye whet spears with eloquence, 
Fight, and kill beasts dry-handed with sweet words ? 
Cease, or talk still and slay thy boars at home. 

PLEXIPPUS. 

Why, if she ride among us for a man, 

Sit thou for her and spin ; a man grown girl 

Is worth a woman weaponed ; sit thou here. 

MELEAGER. 

Peace, and be wise ; no gods love idle speech. 

PLEXIPPUS. 

Nor any man a man's mouth woman-tongued. 

MELEAGER. 

For my lips bite not sharper than mine hands. 

PLEXIPPUS. 

Nay, both bite soft, but no whit softly mine. 

MELEAGER. 

Keep thine hands clean ; they have time enough to stain. 

PLEXIPPUS. 

For thine shall rest and wax not red to-day. 

MELEAGER. 

Have all thy will of words ; talk out thine heart. 



54 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

ALTH^A. 

Refrain your lips, O brethren, and my son. 

Lest words turn snakes and bite you uttering them. 

. TOXEUS. 

Except she give her blood before the gods, 
What profit shall a maid be among men ? 

PLEXIPPUS. 

Let her come crowned and stretch her throat for a knife, 

Bleat out her spirit and die, and so shall men 

Through her too prosper and through prosperous gods ; 

But nowise through her living ; shall she live 

A flower-bud of the flower-bed, or sweet fruit 

For kisses and the honey-making mouth, 

And play the shield for strong men and the spear ? 

Then shall the heifer and her mate lock horns, 

And the bride overbear the groom, and men 

Gods ; for no less division sunders these ; 

Since all things made are seasonable in time. 

But if one alter unseasonable are all. 

But thou, O Zeus, hear me that I may slay 

This beast before thee and no man halve with me 

Nor woman, lest these mock thee, though a god, 

Who hast made men strong, and thou being wise be held 

Foolish ; for wise is that thing which endures. 

ATALANTA. 

Men, and the chosen of all this people, and thou, 
King, I beseech you a little bear with me. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 55 

For if my life be shameful that I live, 

Let the gods witness and their wrath ; but these 

Cast no such word against me. Thou, O mine, 

O holy, O happy goddess, if I sin 

Changing the words of women and the works 

For spears and strange men's faces, hast not thou 

One shaft of all thy sudden seven that pierced 

Seven through the bosom or shining throat or side, 

All couched about one mother's loosening knees, 

All holy born, engraffed of Tantalus ? 

But if toward any of you I am overbold 

That take thus much upon me, let him think 

How I, for all my forest holiness, 

Fame, and this armed and iron maidenhood. 

Pay thus much also ; I shall have no man's love 

Forever, and no face of children born 

Or feeding lips upon me or fastening eyes 

Forever, nor being dead shall kings my sons 

Mourn me and bury, and tears on daughters' cheeks 

Burn ; but a cold and sacred life, but strange. 

But far from dances and the back-blowing torch, 

Far off from flowers or any bed of man, 

Shall my life be forever : me the snows 

That face the first o' the morning, and cold hills 

Full of the land-wind and sea- travelling storms 

And many a wandering wing of noisy nights 

That know the thunder and hear the thickening wolves — 

Me the utmost pine and footless frost of woods 



56 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

That talk with many winds and gods, the hours 

Re-risen, and white divisions of the dawn, 

Springs thousand-tongued with the intermitting reed 

And streams that murmur of the mother snow — 

Me these allure, and know me ; but no man 

Knows, and my goddess only. Lo now, see 

If one of all you these things vex at all. 

Would God that any of you had all the praise 

And I no manner of memory when I die, • 

So might I shew before her perfect eyes 

Pure, whom I follow, a maiden to my death. 

But for the rest let all have all they will ; 

For is it a grief to you that I have part. 

Being woman merely, in your male might and deeds 

Done by main strength ? yet in my body is throned 

As great a heart, and in my spirit, O men, 

I have not less of godlike. Evil it were 

That one a coward should mix with you, one hand 

Fearful, one eye abase itself; and these 

Well might ye hate and well revile, not me. 

For not the difference of the several flesh 

Being vile or noble or beautiful or base 

Makes praiseworthy, but purer spirit and heart 

Higher than these meaner mouths and limbs, that feed, 

Rise, rest, and are and are not ; and for me. 

What should I say ? but by the gods of the world 

And this my maiden body, by all oaths 

That bind the tongue of men and the evil will, 



ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON S7 

I am not mighty-minded, nor desire 

Crowns, nor the spoil of slain things nor the fame ; 

Feed ye on these, eat and wax fat ; cry out, 

Laugh, having eaten, and leap. without a lyre 

Sing, mix the wind with clamor, smite and shake 

Sonorous timbrels and tumultuous hair, 

And fill the dance up with tempestuous feet, 

For I will none ; but having prayed my prayers 

And made thank-offering for prosperities, 

I shall go hence and no man see me more. 

What thing is this for you to shout me down, 

What, for a man to grudge me this my life 

As it were envious of all yours, and I 

A thief of reputations ? nay, for now, 

If there be any highest in heaven, a god 

Above all thrones and thunders of the gods 

Throned, and the wheel of the world roll under him, 

Judge he between me and all of you, and see 

If I transgress at all : but ye, refrain 

Transgressing hands and reinless mouths, and keep 

Silence, lest by much foam of violent words 

And proper poison of your lips ye die. 

CENEUS. 

O flower of Tegea, maiden, fleetest foot 
And holiest head of women, have good cheer 
Of thy good words : but ye, depart with her 
In peace and revererice, each with blameless eye 

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58 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

Following his fate ; exalt your hands and hearts, 
Strike, cease not, arrow on arrow and wound on wound, 
And go with gods and with the gods return. 

CHORUS. 

Who hath given man speech ? or who hath set therein 
A thorn for peril and a snare for sin ? 
For in the word his life is and his breath. 

And in the word his death. 
That madness and the infatuate heart may breed 

From the word's womb the deed 
And life bring one thing forth ere all pass b}^. 
Even one thing which is ours yet cannot die — 
Death. Hast thou seen him ever anywhere. 
Time's twin-born brother, imperishable as he 
Is perishable and plaintive, clothed with care 

And mutable as sand. 
But death is strong and full of blood and fair 
And perdurable and hke a lord of land ? 
Nay, time thou seest not, death thou wilt not see 
Till life's right hand be loosened from thine hand 

And thy life-days from thee. 
For the gods very subtly fashion 

Madness with sadness upon earth : 
Not knowing in any wise compassion, 

Nor holding pity of any worth ; 
And many things they have given and taken, 

And wrought and ruined many things ; 



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The firm land have they loosed and shaken, 

And sealed the sea with all her springs ; 
They have wearied time with heavy burdens 

And vexed the lips of life with breath : 
Set men to labor and given them guerdons, 

Death, and great darkness after death : 
Put moans into the bridal measure 

And on the bridal wools a stain ; 
And circled pain about with pleasure, 

And girdled pleasure about with pain ; 
And strewed one marriage-bed with tears and fire 
For extreme loathing and supreme desire. 

What shall be done with all these tears of ours ? 

Shall they make watersprings in the fair heaven 
To bathe the brows of morning ? or like flowers 
Be shed and shine before the starriest hours. 

Or made the raiment of the weeping Seven ? 
Or rather, O our masters, shall they be 
Food for the famine of the grievous sea, 

A great well-head of lamentation 
Satiating the sad gods ? or fall and flow 
Among the years and seasons to and fro. 

And wash their feet with tribulation 
And fill them full with grieving ere they go ? 

Alas, our lords, and yet alas again. 
Seeing all your iron heaven is gilt as gold 

But all we smite thereat in vain ; 



6o AT ALA NT A IN CALYDON 

Smite the gates barred with groanings manifold, 

But all the floors are paven with our pain. 
Yea, and with weariness of 'lips and eyes, 
With breaking of the bosom, and with sighs, 

We labor, and are clad and fed with grief 
And filled with days we would not fain behold 
And nights we would not hear of; we wax old. 

All we wax old and wither like a leaf. 
We are outcast, strayed between bright sun and moon ; 

Our light and darkness are as leaves of flowers. 
Black flowers and white, that perish ; and the noon 

As midnight, and the night as da3dight hours. 

A little fruit a little while is ours. 
And the worm finds it soon. 

But up in heaven the high gods one by one 
Lay hands upon the draught that quickeneth, 

Fulfilled with all tears shed and all things done. 
And stir with soft imperishable breath 
The bubbling bitterness of life and death. 

And hold it to our hps and laugh ; but they 

Preserve their lips from tasting night or day. 

Lest they too change and sleep, the fates that spun. 

The lips that made us and the hands that slay ; 

Lest all these change, and heaven bow down to none, 

Change and be subject to the secular sway 
And terrene revolution of the sun. 

Therefore they thrust it from them, putting time away. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 6i 

I would the wine of time, made sharp and sweet 
With multitudinous days and nights and tears 
And many mixing savors of strange years, 
Were no more trodden of them under feet, 

Cast out and spilt about their holy places : 
That life were given them as a fruit to eat 
And death to drink as water ; that the light 
Might ebb, drawn backward from their eyes, and night 

Hide for one hour the imperishable faces. 
That they might rise up sad in heaven, and know 
Sorrow and sleep, one paler than young snow, 

One cold as blight of dew and ruinous rain ; 
Rise up and rest and suffer a little, and be 
Awhile as all things born with us and we, 

And grieve as men, and like slain men be slain. 

For now we know not of them ; but one saith 

The gods are gracious, praising God ; and one, 
When hast thou seen ? or hast thou felt his breath 

Touch, nor consume thine eyelids as the sun. 
Nor fill thee to the lips with fiery death 1 
None hath beheld him, none 
Seen above other gods and shapes of things, 
Swift without feet and flying without wings. 
Intolerable, not clad with death or life, » 
Insatiable, not known of night or day. 
The lord of love and loathing and of strife 
Who gives a star and takes a sun away ; 



62 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Who shapes the soul, and makes her a barren wife 

To the earthly body and grievous growth of clay ; 
Who turns the large limbs to a little flame 

And binds the great sea with a little sand ; 
Who makes desire, and slays desire with shame ; 

Who shakes the heaven as ashes in his hand ; 
Who, seeing the light and shadow for the same, 

Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand, 
Smites without sword, and scourges without rod ; 
The supreme evil, God. 

Yea, with thine hate, O God, thou hast covered us, 

One saith, and hidden our eyes away from sight, 
And made us transitory and hazardous. 

Light things and slight ; 
Yet have men praised thee, saying. He hath made man 
thus. 

And he doeth right. 
Thou hast kissed us, and hast smitten ; thou hast laid 
Upon us with thy left hand Hfe, and said, 
Live : and again thou hast said, Yield up your breath. 
And with thy right hand laid upon us death. 
Thou hast sent us sleep, and stricken sleep with dreams. 

Saying, Joy is not, but love of joy shall be ; 
Thou hast made sweet springs for all the pleasant streams, 

In the end thou hast made them bitter with the sea. 
Thou hast fed one rose with dust of many men ; 

Thou hast marred one face with fire of many tears ; 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 6^ 

Thou hast taken love, and given us sorrow again ; 

With pain thou hast filled us full to the eyes and ears. 
Therefore because thou art strong, our father, and we 

Feeble ; and thou art against us, and thine hand 
Constrains us in the shallows of the sea 

And breaks us at the limits of the land ; 
Because thou hast bent thy lightnings as a bow, 

And loosed the hours like arrows ; and let fall 
Sins and wild words and many a winged woe 

And wars among us, and one end of all ; 
Because thou hast made the thunder, and thy feet 

Are as a rushing water when the skies 
Break, but thy face as an exceeding heat 

And flames of fire the eyelids of thine eyes ; 
Because thou art over all who are over us : 

Because thy name is life and our name death ; 
Because thou art cruel and men are piteous, 

And our hands labor and thine hand scattereth ; 
Lo, with hearts rent and knees made tremulous, 

Lo, with ephemeral hps and casual breath, 

At least we witness of thee ere we die 

That these things are not otherwise, but thus ; 

That each man in his heart sigheth, and saith, 
That all men even as I, 
All we are against thee, against thee, O God most high. 

But ye, keep ye on earth 
Your lips from over-speech, 



64 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

Loud words and longing are so little worth ; 

And the end is hard to reach. 
For silence after grievous things is good, 

And reverence, and the fear that makes men whole, 
And shame, and righteous governance of blood, 

And lordship of the soul. 
But from sharp words and wits men pluck no fruit, 
And gathering thorns they shake the tree at root ; 
For words divide and rend ; 
But silence is most noble till the end. 

ALTPI.EA. 

I heard within the house a cry of news 
And came forth eastward hither, where the dawn 
Cheers first these warder gods that face the sun 
And next our eyes unrisen ; for unaware 
Came clashes of swift hoofs and trampling feet 
And through the windy pillared corridor 
Light sharper than the frequent flames of day 
That daily fill it from the fiery dawn ; 
Gleams, and a thunder of people that cried out. 
And dust and hurrying horsemen ; lo their chief, 
That rode with CEneus rein by rein, returned. 
What cheer, O herald of my lord the king ? 

HERALD. 

Lady, good cheer and great ; the boar is slain. 

CHORUS. 

Praised be all gods that look toward Calydon. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 6s 

ALTHiEA. 

Good news and brief; but by whose happier hand ? 

HERALD. 

A maiden's and a prophet's and thy son's. 

ALTH^A. 

Well fare the sDear that severed him and hfe. 

HERALD. 

Thine own, and not an ahen, hast thou blest. 

ALTH^A. 

Twice be thou too for my sake blest and his. 

HERALD. 

At the king's word I rode afoam for thine. 

ALTHiEA. 

Thou sayest he tarrieth till they bring the spoil ? 

HERALD. 

Hard by the quarry, where they breathe, O queen. 

ALTH^A. 

Speak thou their chance ; but some bring flowers and 

crown 
These gods and all the hntel, and shed wine, 
Fetch sacrifice and slay ; for heaven is good. 

HERALD. 

Some furlongs northward where the brakes begin 
West of that narrowing range of warrior hills 



66 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Whose brooks have bled with battle when thy son 

Smote Acarnania, there all they made halt, 

And with keen eye took note of spear and hound, 

Royally ranked ; Laertes island-born, 

The young Gerenian Nestor, Panopeus, 

And Cepheus and Ancaeus, mightiest thewed, 

Arcadians ; next, and evil-eyed of these, 

Arcadian Atalanta, with twain hounds 

Lengthening the leash, and under nose and brow 

Ghttering with hpless tooth and fire-swift eye ; 

But from her white-braced shoulder the plumed shafts 

Rang, and the bow shone from her side ; next her 

Meleager, like a sun in spring that strikes 

Branch into leaf and bloom into the world, 

A glory among men meaner ; Iphicles, 

And following him that slew the biform bull 

Pirithous, and divine Eurytion, 

And, bride-bound to the gods, ^acides. 

Then Telamon his brother, and Argive-borD 

The seer and sayer of visions and of truth, 

Amphiaraus ; and a fourfold strength. 

Thine, even thy mother's and thy sister's sons. 

And recent from the roar of foreign foam 

Jason, and Dryas twin-begot with war, 

A blossom of bright battle, sword and man 

Shining ; and Idas, and the keenest eye 

Of Lynceus, and Admetus twice-espoused, 

And Hippasus and Hyleus, great in heart. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 67 

These having halted bade blow horns, and rode 

Through woods and waste lands cleft by stormy streams, 

Past yew-trees and the heavy hair of pines, 

And where the dew is thickest under oaks, 

This way and that ; but questing up and down 

They saw no trail nor scented ; and one said, 

Plexippus, Help, or help not, Artemis, 

And we will flay thy boarskin with male hands ; 

But saying, he ceased and said not that he would. 

Seeing where the green ooze of a sun-struck marsh 

Shook with a thousand reeds untunable. 

And in their moist and multitudinous flower 

Slept no soft sleep, with violent visions fed, 

The blind bulk of the immeasurable beast. 

And seeing, he shuddered with sharp lust of praise 

Through all his limbs, and launched a double dart, 

And missed ; for much desire divided him. 

Too hot of spirit and feebler than his will. 

That his hand failed, though fervent ; and the shaft. 

Sundering the rushes, in a tamarisk stem 

Shook, and stuck fast ; then all abode save one, 

The Arcadian Atalanta ; from her side 

Sprang her hounds, laboring at the leash, and slipped, 

And plashed ear-deep with plunging feet ; but she 

Saying, Speed it as I send it for thy sake. 

Goddess, drew bow and loosed ; the sudden string 

Rang, and sprang inward, and the waterish air 

Hissed, and the moist plumes of the songless reeds 



68 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Moved as a wave which the wind moves no more. 

But the boar heaved half out of ooze and sHme 

His tense flank trembling round the barbed wound, 

Hateful ; and fiery with invasive eyes 

And bristling with intolerable hair 

Plunged, and the hounds clung, and green flowers and 

white 
Reddened and broke all round them where they came. 
And charging with sheer tusk he drove, and smote 
Hyleus ; and sharp death caught his sudden soul, 
And violent sleep shed night upon his eyes. 
Then Peleus, with strong strain of hand and heart, 
Shot ; but the sidelong arrow slid, and slew 
His comrade born and loving countryman, 
Under the left arm smitten, as he no less 
Poised a like arrow ; and bright blood break afoam, 
And falling, and weighed back by clamorous arms, 
Sharp rang the dead limbs of Eurytion. 
Then one shot happier, the Cadmean seer, 
Amphiaraus ; for his sacred shaft 
Pierced the red circlet of one ravening eye 
Beneath the brute brows of the sanguine boar, 
Now bloodier from one slain ; but he so galled 
Sprang straight, and rearing cried no lesser cry 
Than thunder and the roar of wintering streams 
That mix their own foam with the yellower sea ; 
And as a tower that falls by fire in fight 
With ruin of walls and all its archery, 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 69 

And breaks the iron flower of war beneath, 

Crushing charred limbs and molten arms of men ; 

So through crushed branches and the reddening brake 

Clamored and crashed the fervor of his feet, 

And trampled, springing sideways from the tusk, 

Too tardy a moving mould of heavy strength, 

Ancaeus ; and as flakes of weak-winged snow 

Break, all the hard thews of his heaving limbs 

Broke, and rent flesh fell every way, and blood 

Flew, and fierce fragments of no more a man. 

Then all the heroes drew sharp breath, and gazed, 

And smote not ; but Meleager, but thy son. 

Right in the wild way of the coming curse 

Rock-rooted, fair with fierce and fastened lips, 

Clear eyes, and springing muscle and shortening limb — 

With chin aslant indrawn to a tightening throat, 

Grave, and with gathered sinews, Hke a god, — 

Aimed on the left side his well-handled spear 

Grasped where the ash was knottiest hewn, and smote, 

And with no missile wound, the monstrous boar 

Right in the hairiest hollow of his hide 

Under the last rib, sheer through bulk and bone. 

Deep in ; and deeply smitten, and to death. 

The heavy horror with his hanging shafts 

Leapt, and fell furiously, and from raging lips 

Foamed out the latest wrath of all his life. 

And all they praised the gods with mightier heart, 

Zeus and all gods, but chiefliest Artemis, 



70 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

Seeing ; but Meleager bade whet knives and flay, 

Strip and stretch out the splendor of the spoil ; 

And hot and horrid from the work all these 

Sat, and drew breath and drank and made great cheer 

And washed the hard sweat off their calmer brows. 

For much sweet grass grew higher than grew the reed, 

And good for slumber, and every hoher herb. 

Narcissus, and the low-lying melilote, 

And all of goodhest blade and bloom that springs 

Where, hid by heavier hyacinth, violet buds 

Blossom and burn ; and fire of yellower flowers 

And light of crescent lihes, and such leaves 

As fear the Faun's and know the Dryad's foot ; 

Olive and ivy and poplar dedicate, 

And many a wellspring overwatched of these. 

There now they rest ; but me the king bade bear 

Good tidings to rejoice this town and thee. 

Wherefore be glad, and all ye give much thanks, 

For fallen is all the trouble of Calydon. 

ALTH^A. 

Laud ye the gods ; for this they have given is good. 
And what shall be they hide until their time. 
Much good and somewhat grievous hast thou said, 
And either well ; but let all sad things be, 
Till all have made before the prosperous gods 
Burnt-oflering, and poured out the floral wine. 
Look fair, O gods, and favorable ; for we 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 71 

Praise you with no false heart or flattering mouth, 
Being merciful, but with pure souls and prayer. 

HERALD. 

Thou hast prayed well ; for whoso fears not these, 
But once being prosperous waxes huge of heart, 
Him shall some new thing unaware destroy. 

CHORUS. 

O that I now, I too were 
. By deep wells and water-floods. 
Streams of ancient hills, and where 
All the wan green places bear 
Blossoms cleaving to the sod. 
Fruitless fruit, and grasses fair, 
Or such darkest ivy-buds 
As divide thy yellow hair, 
Bacchus, and their leaves that nod 
Round thy fawnskin brush the bare 
Snow-soft shoulders of a god ; 
There the year is sweet, and there 
Earth is full of secret springs. 
And the fervent rose-cheeked hours. 
Those that marry dawn and noon, 
There are sunless, there look pale 
In dim leaves and hidden air, 
Pale as grass or latter flowers 
Or the wild vine's wan wet rings 



72 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Full of dew beneath the moon, 
And all day the nightingale 
Sleeps, and all night sings ; 
There in cold remote recesses 
That nor alien eyes assail, 
Feet, nor imminence of wings, 
Nor a wind nor any tune, 
Thou, O queen and holiest. 
Flower the whitest of all things. 
With reluctant lengthening tresses 
And with sudden splendid breast 
Save of maidens unbeholden, 
There art wont to enter, there 
Thy divine swift limbs and golden 
Maiden growth of unbound hair, 
Bathed in waters white, 
Shine, and many a maid's by thee 
In moist woodland or the hilly 
Flowerless brakes where wells abound 
Out of all men's sight ; 
Or in lower pools that see 
All their marges clothed all round 
With the innumerable lily, 
Whence the golden-girdled bee 
Flits through flowering rush to fret 
White or duskier violet, 
Fair as those that in far years 
With their buds left luminous 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 73 

And their little leaves made wet 
From the warmer dew of tears, 
Mother's tears in extreme need, 
Hid the limbs of lamus. 
Of thy brother's seed ; 
For his heart was piteous 
Toward him, even as thine heart now 
Pitiful toward us ; 
Thine, O goddess, turning hither 
A benignant blameless brow ; 
Seeing enough of evil done 
And lives withered as leaves wither 
In the blasting of the sun ; 
Seeing enough of hunters dead. 
Ruin enough of all our year, 
Herds and harvests slain and shed, 
Herdsmen stricken many an one, 
Fruits and flocks consumed together, 
And great length of deadly days. 
Yet with reverent lips and fear 
Turn we toward thee, turn and praise 
For this lightening of clear weather 
And prosperities begun. 
For not seldom, when all air 
As bright water without breath 
Shines, and when men fear not, fate 
Without thunder unaware 
Breaks, and brings down death, 
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74 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Joy with grief ye great gods give, 
Good with bad, and overbear 
All the, pride of us that hve, 
All the high estate, 
As ye long since overbore, 
As in old time long before, 
Many a strong man and a great. 
All that were. 

But do thou, sweet, otherwise, 
Having heed of all our prayer, 
Taking note of all our sighs ; 
We beseech thee by thy light. 
By thy bow, and thy sweet eyes, 
And the kingdom of the night. 
Be thou favorable and fair ; 
By thine arrows and thy might 
And Orion overthrown ; 
By the maiden thy dehght, 
By the indissoluble zone 
And the sacred hair. 

MESSENGER. 

Maidens, if ye will sing now, shift your song. 
Bow down, cry, wail for pity ; is this a time 
For singing ? nay, for strewing of dust and ash. 
Rent raiment, and for bruising of the breast. 

CHORUS. 

What new thing wolf-like lurks behind thy words ? 
What snake's tongue in thy lips ? what fire in the eyes ? 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. ^s 

MESSENGER. 

Bring me before the queen and I will speak. 

CHORUS. 

Lo, she comes forth as from thank-offering made. 

MESSENGER. 

A barren offering for a bitter gift. 

ALTH^A. 

What are these borne on branches, and the face 
Covered ? no mean men Hving, but now slain 
Such honor have they, if any dwell with death. 

MESSENGER. 

Queen, thy twain brethren and thy mother's sons. 

ALTH.EA. 

Lay down your dead till I behold their blood 
If it be mine indeed, and I will weep 

MESSENGER. 

Weep if thou wilt, for these men shall no more, 

ALTH^A. 

O brethren, O my father's sons, of me 
Well loved and well reputed, I should weep 
Tears dearer than the dear blood drawn from you 
But that I know you not uncomforted, 
Sleeping no shameful sleep, however slain, 
For my son surely hath avenged you dead. 



^t ATALANTA IN CALVDON. 

MESSENGER. 

Nay, should thine own seed slay himself, O queen ? 

ALTH^A. 

Thy double word brings forth a double death. 

MESSENGER. 

Know this then singly, by one hand they fell. 

ALTHiEA. 

What mutterest thou with thine ambiguous mouth ? 

MESSENGER. 

Slain by thy son's hand ; is that saying so hard ? 

ALTH^A. 

Our time is come upon us : it is here. 

CHORUS. 

O miserable, and spoiled at thine own hand. 

ALTHiEA. 

Wert thou not called Meleager from this womb ? 

CHORUS. 

A grievous huntsman hath it bred to thee. 

ALTHiEA. 

Wert thou born fire, and shalt thou not devour ? 

CHORUS. 

The fire thou madest, will it consume even thee 1 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 'jy 

ALTH^A. 

My dreams are fallen upon me ; burn thou too. 

CHORUS. 

Not without God are visions born and die. 

ALTHiEA. 

The gods are many about me ; I am one. 

CHORUS. 

She groans as men wrestling with heavier gods. 

ALTHAEA. 

They rend me, they divide me, they destroy. 

CHORUS. 

Or one laboring in travail of strange births. 

ALTH.EA. 

They are strong, they are strong ; I am broken, and these 
prevail. 

CHORUS. 

The god is great against her ; she will die. 

ALTHiEA. 

Yea, but not now ; for my heart too is great. 
I would I were not here in sight of the sun. 
But thou, speak all thou sawest, and I will die. 

MESSENGER. 

O queen, for queenlike hast thou borne thyself, 
A little word may hold so great mischance. 



78 ATALANTA IN CALYDON 

For in division of the sanguine spoil 

These men thy brethren wranghng bade yield up 

The boar's head and the horror of the hide, 

That this might stand a wonder in Calydon, 

Hallowed ; and some drew toward them ; but thy son, 

With great hands grasping all that weight of hair, 

Cast down the dead heap clanging and collapsed 

At female feet, saying. This thy spoil, not mine, 

Maiden, thine own hand for thyself hath reaped, 

And all this praise God gives thee : she thereat 

Laughed, as when dawn touches the sacred night 

The sky sees laugh and redden and divide 

Dim lips and eyehds virgin of the sun. 

Hers, and the warm slow breasts of morning heave, 

Fruitful, and flushed with flame from lamp-lit hours, 

And maiden undulation of clear hair 

Color the clouds ; so laughed she from pure heart 

Lit with a low blush to the braided hair, 

And rose-colored and cold like very dawn, 

Golden and godlike, chastely with chaste hps 

A faint, grave laugh ; and all they held their peace, 

And she passed by them. Then one cried, Lo now, 

Shall not the Arcadian shoot out lips at us. 

Saying all we were despoiled by this one girl ? 

And all they rode against her violently 

And cast the fresh crown from her hair, and now 

They had rent her spoil away, dishonoring her, 

Save that Meleager, as a tame lion chafed, 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 79 

Bore on them, broke them, and as fire cleaves wood 
So clove and drove them, smitten in twain ; but she 
Smote not nor heaved up hand ; and this man first, 
Plexippus, crying out, This for love's sake, sweet, 
Drove at Meleager, who with spear straightening 
Pierced his cheek through ; then Toxeus made for him, 
Dumb, but his spear spake ; vain and violent words. 
Fruitless ; for him too, stricken through both sides. 
The earth felt falling, and his horse's foam 
Blanched thy son's face, his slayer ; and these being slain. 
None moved nor spake ; but GEneus bade bear hence 
These made of heaven infatuate in their deaths, 
Foolish ; for these would baffle fate, and fell. 
And they passed on, and all men honored her. 
Being honorable, as one revered of heaven. 

ALTH.EA. 

What say you, women ? is all this not well done ? 

CHORUS. 
No man doth well but God hath part in him. 

ALTH.EA. 

But no part here ; for these my brethren born 

Ye have no part in, these ye know not of 

As I that was their sister, a sacrifice 

Slain in their slaying. I would I had died for these ; 

For this man dead walked with me, child by child. 

And made a weak staff for my feebler feet 



So ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

With his own tender wrist and hand, and held 

And led me softly, and shewed me gold and steel 

And shining shapes of mirror and bright crown 

And all things fair ; and threw light spears, and brought 

Young hounds to huddle at my feet and thrust 

Tame heads against my little maiden breasts. 

And please me with great eyes ; and those days went, 

And these are bitter, and I a barren queen 

And sister miserable, a grievous thing 

And mother of many curses ; and she too, 

My sister Leda, sitting overseas 

With fair fruits round her, and her faultless lord. 

Shall curse me, saying, A sorrow and not a son, 

Sister, thou barest, even a burning fire, 

A brand consuming thine own soul and me. 

But ye now, sons of Thestius, make good cheer. 

For ye shall have such wood to funeral fire 

As no king hath ; and flame that once burnt down 

Oil shall not quicken or breath relume or wine 

Refresh again ; much costlier than fine gold, 

And more than many lives of wandering men. 

CHORUS. 

O queen, thou hast yet with thee love-worthy things, 
Thine husband, and the great strength of thy son. 

ALTHiEA. 

Who shall get brothers for me while I live ? 

Who bear them ? who bring forth in lieu of these ? 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 8i 

Are not our fathers and our brethren one, 
And no man like them ? are not mine here slain? 
Have we not hung together, he and I, 
Flowerwise feeding as the feeding bees, 
With mother-milk for honey ? and this man too. 
Dead, with my son's spear thrust between his sides, 
Hath he not seen us, later born than he. 
Laugh with lips filled, and laughed again for love ? 
There were no sons then in the world, nor spears, 
Nor deadly births of women ; but the gods 
Allowed us, and our days were clear of these. 
I would I had died unwedded, and brought forth 
No swords to vex the world ; for these that spake 
Sweet words long since and loved me will not speak 
Nor love nor look upon me ; and all my life 
I shall not hear nor see them living men. 
• But I too living, how shall I now live ? 
What hfe shall this be with my son, to know 
What hath been and desire what will not be, 
Look for dead eyes and listen for dead lips, 
And kill mine own heart with remembering them, 
And with those eyes that see their slayer alive 
Weep, and wring hands that clasp him by the hand ? 
How shall I bear my dreams of them, to hear 
False voices, feel the kisses of false mouths 
And footless sound of perished feet, and then 
Wake and hear only it may be their own hounds 
Whine masterless in miserable sleep, 

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82 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

And see their boar-spears and their beds and seats 

And all the gear and housings of their lives 

And not the men ? shall hounds and horses mourn, 

Pine with strange eyes, and prick up hungry ears, 

Famish and fail at heart for their dear lords, 

And I not heed at all ? and those blind things 

Fall off from life for love's sake, and I live ? 

Surely some death is better than some life. 

Better one death for him and these and me. 

For if the gods had slain them it may be 

I had endured it ; if they had fallen by war 

Or by the nets and knives of privy death 

And by hired hands while sleeping, this thing too 

I had set my soul to suffer ; or this hunt. 

Had this despatched them, under tusk or tooth 

Torn, sanguine, trodden, broken ; for all deaths 

Or honorable or with facile feet avenged 

And hands of swift gods following, all save this, 

Are bearable ; but not for their sweet land 

Fighting, but not a sacrifice, lo these 

Dead ; for I had not then shed all mine heart 

Out at mine eyes : then either with good speed. 

Being just, I had slain their slayer atoningly. 

Or strewn with flowers their fire and on their tombs 

Hung crowns, and over them a song, and seen 

Their praise outflame their ashes : for all men, 

All maidens, had come thither, and from pure lips 

Shed songs upon them, from heroic eyes 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, ?3 

Tears ; and their death had been a deathless life ; 
But now, by no man hired nor alien sword, 
By their own kindred are they fallen, in peace, 
After much peril, friendless among friends, 
By hateful hands they loved ; and how shall mine 
Touch these returning red and not from war, 
These fatal from the vintage of men's veins, 
Dead men my brethren ? how shall these wash off 
No festal stains of undelightful wine. 
How mix the blood, my blood on them, with me, 
Holding mine hand ? or how shall I say, son, 
That am no sister ? but by night and day 
Shall we not sit and hate each other, and think 
Things hate- worthy ? not live with shamefast eyes, 
Brow-beaten, treading soft with fearful feet, 
Each unupbraided, each without rebuke 
Convicted, and without a word reviled 
Each of another ? and I shall let thee live 
And see thee strong and hear men for thy sake 
Praise me, but these thou wouldest not let. live 
No man shall praise forever ? these shall lie 
Dead, unbeloved, unholpen, all through thee ? 
Sweet were they toward me living, and mine heart 
Desired them, but was then well satisfied. 
That now is as men hungered ; and these dead 
I shall want always to the day I die. 
For all things else and all men may renew ; 
Yea, son for son the gods may give and take, 
But never a brother or sister any more. 



84 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

CHORUS. 

Nay, for the son lies close about thine heart, 

Full of thy milk, warm from thy womb, and drains 

Life and the blood of life and all thy fruit, 

Eats thee and drinks thee as who breaks bread and 

eats. 
Treads wine and drinks, thyself, a sect of thee ; 
And if he feed not, shall not thy flesh faint ? 
Or drink not, are not thy lips dead for thirst ? 
This thing moves more than all things, even thy son, 
That thou cleave to him ; and he shall honor thee, 
Thy womb that bare him and the breasts he knew, 
Reverencing most for thy sake all his gods. 

ALTH^A. 

But these the gods too gave me, and these my son, 

Not reverencing his gods nor mine own heart 

Nor the old sweet years nor all venerable things, 

But cruel, and in his ravin like a beast, 

Hath taken away to slay them : yea, and she. 

She the strange woman, she the flower, the sword, 

Red from spilt blood, a mortal flower to men. 

Adorable, detestable — even she 

Saw with strange eyes and with strange lips rejoiced, 

Seeing these mine own slain of mine own, and me 

Made miserable above all miseries made, 

A grief among all women in the world, 

A name to be washed out with all men's tears. 



ATALANTA IN CALVDON. 85 

CHORUS. 

Strengthen thy spirit ; is this not also a god, 
Chance, and the wheel of all necessities ? 
Hard things have fallen upon us from harsh gods, 
Whom lest worse hap rebuke we not for these. 

ALTHiEA. 

My spirit is strong against itself, and I 
For these things' sake cry out on mine own soul 
That it endures outrage, and dolorous days, 
And life, and this inexpiable impotence. 
Weak am I, weak and shameful ; my breath drawn 
Shames me, and monstrous things and violent gods. 
What shall atone ? what heal me ? what bring back 
Strength to the foot, light to the face .^ what herb 
Assuage me 1 what restore me ? what release ? 
What strange thing eaten or drunken, O great gods, 
Make me as you or as the beasts that feed, 
Slay and divide and cherish their own hearts ? 
For these ye show us ; and we less than these 
Have not wherewith to live as all these things 
Which all their lives fare after their own kind 
As who doth well rejoicing ; but we ill, 
Weeping or laughing, we whom eyesight fails. 
Knowledge and light of face and perfect heart. 
And hands we lack, and wit ; and all our days 
Sin, and have hunger, and die infatuated. 
For madness have ye given us and not health, 



86 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

And sins whereof we know not ; and for these 

Death, and sudden destruction unaware. 

What shall we say now ? what thing comes of us ? 

CHORUS. 
•Alas, for all this all men undergo. 

ALTH^A. 

Wherefore I will not that these twain, O gods, 
Die as a dog dies, eaten of creeping things, 
Abominable, a loathing ; but though dead 
Shall they have honor and such funereal flame 
As strews men's ashes in their enemies' face 
And blinds their eyes who hate them : lest men say, 
" Lo how they lie, and living had great kin. 
And none of these hath pity of them, and none 
Regards them lying, and none is wrung at heart, 
None moved in spirit for them, naked and slain, 
Abhorred, abased, and no tears comfort them " : 
And in the dark this grieve Eurythemis, 
Hearing how these her sons come down to her 
Unburied, unavenged, as kinless men. 
And had a queen their sister. That were shame 
Worse than this grief Yet how to atone at all 
I know not ; seeing the love of my born son, 
A new-made mother's new-born love, that grows 
From the soft child to the strong man, now soft 
Now strong as either, and still one sole same love, 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 87 

Strives with me, no light thing to strive withal ; 

This love is deep, and natural to man's blood, 

And ineffaceable with many tears. 

Yet shall not these rebuke me though I die, 

Nor she in that waste world with all her dead, 

My mother, among the pale flocks fallen as leaves, 

Folds of dead people, and ahen from the sun ; 

Nor lack some bitter comfort, some poor praise, 

Being queen, to have borne her daughter Hke a queen. 

Righteous ; and though mine own fire burn me too. 

She shall have honor and these her sons, though dead. 

But all the gods will, all they do, and we 

Not all we would, yet somewhat ; and one choice 

We hAve, to live and do just deeds and die. 

CHORUS. 

Terrible words she communes with, and turns 

Swift fiery eyes in doubt against herself, 

And murmurs as who talks in dreams with death. 

ALTH^A. 

For the unjust also dieth, and him all men 

Hate, and himself abhors the unrighteousness, 

And seeth his own dishonor intolerable. 

But I being just, doing right upon myself, 

Slay mine own soul, and no man born shames me, 

For none constrains nor shall rebuke, being done. 

What none compelled me doing ; thus these things fare. 



88 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Ah, ah, that such things should so fare ; ah me, 

That I am found to do them and endure, 

Chosen and constrained to choose, and bear myself 

Mine own wound through mine own flesh to the heart 

Violently stricken, a spoiler and a spoil, 

A ruin ruinous, fallen on mine own son. 

Ah, ah, for me too as for these ; alas. 

For that is done that shall be, and mine hand 

Full of the deed, and full of blood mine eyes, 

That shall see never nor touch anything 

Save blood unstanched and fire unquenchable. 

CHORUS. 

What wilt thou do ? what ails thee ? for the house 
Shakes ruinously ; wilt thou bring fire for it ? 

ALTHiEA. 

Fire in the roofs, and on the lintels fire. 

Lo ye, who stand and weave, between the doors, 

There ; and blood drips from hand and thread, and stains 

Threshold and raiment and me passing in 

Flecked with the sudden sanguine drops of death. 

CHORUS. 

Alas that time is stronger than strong men, 
Fate than all gods : and these are fallen on us. 

ALTHiEA. 

A little since and I was glad ; and now 
I never shall be glad or sad again. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 89 

CHORUS. 

Between two joys a grief grows unaware. 

ALTH.EA. 

A little while and I shall laugh ; and then 
I shall weep never and laugh not any more. 

CHORUS. 

What shall be said ? for words are thorns to grief. 
Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods. 

ALTH^A. 

Fear died when these were slain ; and I am as dead, 
And fear is of the living ; these fear none. 

CHORUS. 

Have pity upon all people for their sake. 

ALTH^A. 

It is done now ; shall I put back my day ? 

CHORUS. 

An end is come, an end ; this is of God. 

ALTH.EA. 

I am fire, and burn myself ; keep clear of fire. 

CHORUS. 

The house is broken, is broken ; it shall not stand. 



90 A TALANTA IN CAL YDON. 

ALTH.EA. 

Woe, woe for him that breaketh ; and a rod 
Smote it of old, and now the axe is here. 

CHORUS. 
Not as with sundering of the earth 

Nor as with cleaving of the sea 
* Nor fierce foreshadowings of a birth 

Nor flying dreams of death to be 
Nor loosening of the large world's girth 
And quickening of the body of night, 

And sound of thunder in men's ears 
And fire of hghtning in men's sight, 

Fate, mother of desires and fears, 

Bore unto men the law of tears ; 
But sudden, an unfathered flame. 

And broken out of night, she shone, 
She, without body, without name. 

In days forgotten and foregone ; 
And heaven rang round her as she came 
Like smitten cymbals, and lay bare ; 

Clouds and great stars, thunders and snows, 
The blue sad fields and folds of air. 

The life that breathes, the life that grows. 

All wind, all fire, that burns or blows, 
Even all these knew her : for she is great ; 

The daughter of dooni, the mother of death. 
The sister of sorrow ; a lifelong weight 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 91 

That no man's finger lighteneth, 
Nor any god can lighten fate ; 
A landmark seen across the way 

Where one race treads as the other trod ; 
An evil sceptre, an evil stay, 

Wrought for a staff, wrought for a rod, 
The bitter jealousy of God. 
For death is deep as the sea, 

And fate as the waves thereof. 
Shall the waves take pity on thee 

Or the south-wind offer thee love ? 
Wilt thou take the night for thy day 
Or the darkness for hght on thy way 
Till thou say in thine heart, Enough ? 
Behold, thou art over fair, thou art over wise ; 
The sweetness of spring in thine hair, and the light in 

thine eyes. 
The light of the spring in thine eyes, and the sound in 

thine ears ; 
Yet thine heart shall wax heavy with sighs and thine eye- 
lids with tears. 
Wilt thou cover thine hair with gold, and with silver thy 

feet ? 
Hast thou taken the purple to fold thee, and made thy 

mouth sweet ? 
Behold, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee 

shall hate ; 
Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate. 



92 ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. 

For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain ; 
And the veil of thine head shall be grief; and the crown 
shall be pain. 

ALTH.EA. 

Ho, ye that wail, and ye that sing, make way 

Till I be come among you. Hide your tears, 

Ye little weepers, and your laughing lips, 

Ye laughers for a little ; lo mine eyes 

That outweep heaven at rainiest, and my mouth 

That laughs as gods laugh at us. Fate's are we, 

Yet fate is ours a breathing-space ; yea, mine. 

Fate is made mine forever ; he is my son, 

My bedfellow, my brother. You strong gods. 

Give place unto me ; I am as any of you. 

To give life and to take life. Thou, old earth, 

That hast made man and unmade ; thou whose mouth 

Looks red from the eaten fruits of thine own womb ; 

Behold me with what lips upon what food 

I feed and fill my body ; even with fiesh 

Made of my body. Lo, the fire I lit 

I burn with fire to quench it ; yea, with flame 

I burn up even the dust and ash thereof. 

CHORUS. 
Woman, what fire is this thou burnest with ? 

ALTHiEA. 

Yea to the bone, yea to the blood and all. 



ATALANTA IN CA LVD ON. 93 

CHORUS. 

For this thy face and hair are as one fire. 

ALTHiEA. 

A tongue that hcks and beats upon the dust. 

CHORUS. 

And in thine eyes are hollow light and heat. 

ALTH^A. 

Of flame not fed with hand or frankincense. 

CHORUS. 

I fear thee for the trembling of thine eyes. 

ALTH.EA. 

Neither with love they tremble nor for fear. 

CHORUS. 

And thy mouth shuddering hke a shot bird. 

ALTH.EA. 

Not as the bride's mouth when man kisses it. 

CHORUS. 

Nay, but what thing is this thing thou hast done ? 

ALTHiEA. 

Look, I am silent, speak your eyes for me. 

CHORUS. 

I see a faint fire lightening from the hall. 



94 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

ALTHAEA. 

Gaze, stretch your eyes, strain till the lids drop off. 

CHORUS. 

Flushed pillars down the flickering vestibule. 

ALTH^A. 

Stretch with your necks hke birds : cry, chirp as they. 

CHORUS. 

And a long brand that blackens : and white dust 

ALTHiEA. 

O children, what is this ye see 1 your eyes 
Are blinder than night's face at fall of moon. 
That is my son, my flesh, my fruit of hfe. 
My travail, and the year's weight of my womb, 
Meleager, a fire enkindled of mine hands 
And of mine hands extinguished ; this is he. 

CHORUS. 

gods, what word has flown out at thy mouth ? 

ALTHiEA. 

1 did this and I say this and I die. 

CHORUS. 

Death stands upon the doorway of thy lips, 
And in thy mouth has death set up his house. 

ALTH^A. 

O death, a little, a little while, sweet death, 
Until I see the brand burnt down and die. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 95 

CHORUS. 

She reels as any reed under the wind, 

And cleaves unto the ground with staggering feet. 

ALTH.EA. 

Girls, one thing will I say and hold my peace. 

I that did this will weep not nor cry out. 

Cry ye and weep : I will not call on gods. 

Call ye on them ; I will not pity man, 

Shew ye your pity. I know not if I live ; 

Save that I feel the fire upon my face 

And on my cheek the burning of a brand. 

Yea the smoke bites me, yea I drink the steam 

With nostril and with eyelid and with hp 

Insatiate and intolerant ; and mine hands 

Burn, and fire feeds upon mine eyes ; I reel 

As one made drunk with living, whence he draws 

Drunken delight; yet I, though mad for joy, 

Loathe my long hving and am waxen red 

As with the shadow of shed blood ; behold, 

I am kindled with the flames that fade in him, 

I am swollen with subsiding of his veins, 

I am flooded with his ebbing ; my lit eyes 

Flame with the falling fire that leaves his lids 

Bloodless ; my cheek is luminous with blood 

Because his face is ashen. Yet, O child, 

Son, first-born, fairest, — O sweet mouth, sweet eyes, 

That drew my life out through my suckling breast. 



96 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

That shone and clove mine heart through, — O soft knees 

Clinging, O tender treadings of soft feet, 

Cheeks warm with little kissings, — O child, child, 

What have we made each other ? Lo, I felt 

Thy weight cleave to me, a burden of beauty, O son, 

Thy cradled brows and loveliest loving lips, 

The floral hair, the httle lightening eyes. 

And all thy goodly glory ; with mine hands 

Delicately I fed thee, with my tongue 

Tenderly spake, saying, Verily in God's time, 

For all the httle hkeness of thy limbs. 

Son, I shall make thee a kingly man to fight, 

A lordly leader ; and hear before I die, 

" She bore the goodliest sword of all the world." 

Oh ! oh ! For all my hfe turns round on me ; 

I am severed from myself, my name is gone. 

My name that was a healing, it is changed. 

My name is a consuming. From this time. 

Though mine eyes reach to the end of all these things, 

My lips shall not unfasten till I die. 

SEMICHORUS. 

She has filled with sighing the city, 
And the ways thereof with tears ; 

She arose, she girdled her sides. 

She set her face as a bride's ; 

She wept, and she had no pity ; 
Trembled, and felt no -fears. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 97 

SEMICHORUS. 

Her eyes were clear as the sun, 

Her brows were fresh as the day ; 
She girdled herself with gold, 
Her robes were manifold ; 
But the days of her worship are done, 

Her praise is taken away. 

SEMICHORUS. 

For she set her hand to the fire, 

With her mouth she kindled the same ; 

As the mouth of a flute-player. 

So was the mouth of her ; 

With the might of her strong desire 
She blew the breath of the flame. 

SEMICHORUS. 

She set her hand to the wood, 

She took the fire in her hand ; 
As one who is nigh to death, 
She panted with strange breath ; 
She opened her lips unto blood, 

She breathed and kindled the brand, 

SEMICHORUS. 

As a wood-dove newly shot, 

She sobbed and lifted her breast ; 
She sighed and covered her eyes, 
Filling her hps with sighs ; 

5 O 



98 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

She sighed, she withdrew herself not, 
She refrained not, taking not rest ; 

SEMICHORUS. 

But as the wind which is drouth, 
And as the air which is death, 

As storm that severeth ships, 

Her breath severing her lips, 

The breath came forth of her mouth 
And the fire came forth of her breath. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

Queen, and you maidens, there is come on us 
A thing more deadly than the face of death ; 
Meleager the good lord is as one slain. 

SEMICHORUS. 

Without sword, without sword is he stricken ; 
Slain, and slain without hand. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

For as keen ice divided of the sun 

His limbs divide, and as thawed snow the flesh 

Thaws from off all his body to the hair. 

SEMICHORUS. 

He wastes as the embers quicken ; 
With the brand he fades as a brand. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 99 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

Even while they sang and all drew hither and he 
Lifted both hands to crown the Arcadian's hair 
^nd fix the looser leaves, both hands fell down. 

SEMICHORUS. 

With rending of cheek and of hair 
Lament ye, mourn for him, weep. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

Straightway the crown slid off and smote on earth, 
First fallen ; and he, grasping his own hair, groaned 
And cast his raiment round his face and fell. 

SEMICHORUS. 

Alas for visions that were. 

And sooth sayings spoken in sleep. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

But the king twitched his reins in and leapt down 

And caught him, crying out twice, " O child," and thrice, 

So that men's eyelids thickened with their tears. 

SEMICHORUS. 
Lament with a long lamentation. 
Cry, for an end is at hand. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

O son, he said, son, lift thine eyes, draw breath, 



100 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Pity me ; but Meleager with sharp lips 

Gasped, and his face waxed like as sunburnt grass. 

SEMICHORUS. 

Cry aloud, O thou kingdom, O nation, 
O stricken, a ruinous land. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

Wheneat king CEneus, straightening feeble knees, 
With feeble hands heaved up a lessening weight. 
And laid him sadly in strange hands, and wept. 

SEMICHORUS. 

Thou art smitten, her lord, her desire. 
Thy dear blood wasted as rain. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

And they with tears and rendings of the beard 
Bear hither a breathing body, wept upon 
And lightening at each footfall, sick to death. 

SEMICHORUS. 

Thou madest thy sword as a fire, 
With fire for a sword thou art slain. 

SECOND MESSENGER. 

And lo, the feast turned funeral, and the crowns 
Fallen ; and the huntress and the hunter trapped ; 
And weeping and changed faces and veiled hair. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. loi 

MELEAGER. 

Let your hands meet 

Round the weight of my head ; 
Lift ye my feet 

As the feet of the dead ; 
For the flesh of my body is molten, the hmbs of it molten 
as lead. 

CHORUS. 
O thy luminous face, 
Thine imperious eyes ! 

the grief, O the grace, 
As of day when it dies ! 

Who is this bending over thee, lord, with tears and sup- 
pression of sighs ? 

MELEAGER. 

Is a bride so fair ? 

Is a maid so meek? 
With unchapleted hair, 
With unfilleted cheek, 
Atalanta, the pure among women, whose name is as 
blessing to speak. 

ATALANTA. 

1 would that with feet 
Unsandalled, unshod. 

Overbold, overfleet, 

I had swum not nor trod 
From Arcadia to Calydon northward, a blast of the 
envy of God. 



102 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

MELEAGER. 

Unto each man his fate ; 
Unto each as he saith 
In whose fingers the weight 
Of the world is as breath ; 
Yet I would that in clamor of battle mine hands had laid 
hold upon death. 

CHORUS. 

Not with cleaving of shields 

And their clash in thine ear, 
When the lord of fought fields 
Breaketh spearshaft from spear, 
Thou art broken, our lord, thou art broken, with travail 
and labor and fear. 

MELEAGER. 

Would God he had found me 

Beneath fresh boughs ! 
Would God he had bound me 
Unawares in mine house. 
With light in mine eyes, and songs in my lips, and a crown 
on my brows ! 

CHORUS. 

Whence art thou sent from us ? 

Whither thy goal ? 
How art thou rent from us. 
Thou that wert whole. 
As with severing of eyehds and eyes, as with sundering 
of body and soul ! 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 103 

MELEAGER. 

My heart is within me 
As an ash in the fire ; 
' Whosoever hath seen me, 
Without lute, without lyre, 
Shall sing of me grievous things, even things that were 
ill to desire. 

CHORUS. 

Who shall raise thee 

From the house of the dead ? 

Or what man praise thee 
That thy praise may be said ? 
Alas thy beauty ! alas thy body ! alas thine head ! 

MELEAGER. 

But thou, O mother. 

The dreamer of dreams,* 

Wilt thou bring forth another 

To feel the sun's beams 

When I move among shadows a shadow, and wail by 

impassable streams ? 

CENEUS. 

What thing wilt thou leave me 

Now this thing is done ? 
A man wilt thou give mej 
A son for my son. 
For the .light of mine eyes, the desire of my life, the desir- 
able one ? 



104 ATALANTA IN CALYVON, 

CHORUS. 

Thou wert glad above others, 

Yea, fair beyond word ; 
Thou wert glad among mother's ; 
For each man that heard 
Of thee, praise there was added unto thee, as wings to the 
feet of a bird. 

CENEUS. 

Who shall give back 

Thy face of old years, 
With travail made black. 

Grown gray among fears. 
Mother of sorrow, mother of cursing, mother of tears ? 

MELEAGER. 

Though thou art as fire 
Fed with fuel in vain, 
My delight, my desire. 

Is more chaste than the rain. 
More pure than the dewfall, more holy than stars aro that 
live without stain. 

ATALANTA. 

I would that as water 

My life's blood had thawn. 
Or as winter's wan daughter 
Leaves lowland and lawn 
Spring-stricken, or ever mine eyes had beheld thee made 
dark in thy dawn. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 105 

CHORUS. 

When thou dravest the men 
Of the chosen of Thrace, 
None turned him again 
Nor endured he thy face 
Clothed round with the blush of the battle, with light 
from a terrible place. 

CENEUS. 

Thou shouldst die as he dies 

For whom none sheddeth tears ; 
Filling thine eyes 

And fulfilling thine ears 
With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, 
the splendor of spears. 

CHORUS. 

In the ears of the world 

It is sung, it is told. 
And the light thereof hurled 
And the noise thereof rolled 
From the Acroceraunian snow to the ford of the fleece 
of gold. 

MELEAGER. 

Would God ye could carry me 

Forth of all these ; 
Heap sand and bury me 
By the Chersonese 
Where the thundering Bosphorus answers the thunder 
of Pontic seas. 
5* 



io6 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

CENEUS. 

Dost thou mock at our praise 

And the singing begun 
And the men of strange days 

Praising my son 
In the folds of the hills of home, high places of Calydon ? 

MELEAGER. 

For the dead man no home is ; 

Ah, better to be 
What the flower of the foam is 
In fields of the sea, 
That the sea-waves might be as my raiment, the gulf- 
stream a garment for me. 

CHORUS. 

Who shall seek thee and bring 

And restore thee thy day, 
Wlien the dove dipt her wing 
And the oars won their way, 
Where the narrowing Symplegades whitened the straits 
of Propontis with spray ? 

MELEAGER. 

Will ye crown me my tomb 

Or exalt me my name, 
Now my spirits consume. 
Now my. flesh is a flame ? 
Let the sea slake it once, and men speak of me sleeping 
to praise me or shame. 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 107 

CHORUS. 

Turn back now, turn thee, 

As who turns him to wake ; 
Though the life in thee burn thee, 
Couldst thou bathe it and slake 
Where the sea-ridge of Helle hangs heavier, and east 
upon west waters break ? 

MELEAGER. 

Would the winds blow me back 
Or the waves hurl me home ? 
Ah, to touch in the track 

Where the pine learnt to roam 
Cold girdles and crowns of the sea-gods, cool blossoms 
of water and foam ! 

CHORUS. 

The gods may release 

That they made fast ; 
Thy soul shall have ease 
In thy limbs at the last ; 
But what shall they give thee for life, sweet life that is 
overpast ? 

MELEAGER. 

Not the hfe of men's veins. 

Not of flesh that conceives ; 
But the grace that remains, 
The fair beauty that cleaves 
To the life of the rains in the grasses, the life of the dews 
on the leaves. 



lo8 ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

CHORUS. 
Thou wert helmsman and chief; 

Wilt thou turn in an hour, 
Thy Hmbs to the leaf, 

Thy face to the flower, • 

Thy blood to the water, thy soul to the gods who divide 
and devour ? 

MELEAGER. 

The years are hungry. 

They wail all their days ; 
The gods wax angry 
And weary of praise ; 
And who shall bridle their lips ? and who shall straiten 
their ways ? 

CHORUS. 

The gods guard over us 

With sword and with rod ; 
Weaving shadow to cover us,. 
Heaping the sod. 
That law may fulfil herself wholly, to darken man's face 
before God. 

MELEAGER. 

O holy head of CEneus, lo thy son 
Guiltless, yet red from alien guilt, yet foul 
With kinship of contaminated lives, 
Lo for their blood I die ; and mine own blood, 
For bloodshedding of mine is mixed therewith, 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 109 

That death may not discern me from my kin. 
Yet with clean heart I die and faultless hand, 
Not shamefully; thou therefore of thy love 
Salute me, and bid fare among the dead 
Well, as the dead fare ; for the best man dead 
Fares sadly ; nathless I now faring well 
Pass without fear where nothing is to fear, 
Having thy love about me and thy good-will, 
O father, among dark places and men dead. 

CENEUS. 

Child, I salute thee with sad heart and tears. 
And bid thee comfort, being a perfect man 
In fight, and honorable in the house of peace. 
The gods give thee fair wage and dues of death, 
And me brief days and ways to come at thee. 

MELEAGER. 

Pray thou thy days be long before thy death, 

And full of ease and kingdom ; seeing in death 

There is no comfort and none aftergrowth, 

Nor shall one thence look up and see day's dawn 

Nor light upon the land whither I go. 

Live thou and take thy fill of days and die* 

When thy day comes ; and make not much of death 

Lest ere thy day thou reap an evil thing. 

Thou, too, the bitter mother and mother-plague 

Of this my weary body, — thou too, queen, 



no ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 

The source and end, the sower and the scythe, 
The rain that ripens and the drought that slays, 
The sand that swallows and the spring that feeds, 
To make me and unmake me, — thou, I say, 
Althaea, since my father's ploughshare, drawn 
Through fatal seedland of a female field. 
Furrowed thy body, whence a wheaten ear 
Strong from the sun and fragrant from the rains 
I sprang and cleft the closure of thy womb, 
Mother, I dying with unforgetful tongue 
Hail thee as holy and worship thee as just 
Who art unjust and unholy ; and with my knees 
Would worship, but thy fire and subtlety, 
Dissundering them, devour me ; for these limbs 
Are as light dust and crumblings from mine urn 
Before the fire has touched them ; and my face 
As a dead leaf or dead foot's mark on snow, 
And all this body a broken barren tree 
That was so strong, and all this flower of life 
Disbranched and desecrated miserably. 
And minished all that god-like muscle and might 
And lesser than a man's : for all my veins 
Fail me, and all mine ashen life burns down. 
I would thou hadst let me live ; but gods averse, 
But fortune, and the fiery feet of change, 
And time, these would not, these tread out my hfe, 
These, and not thou ; me, too, thou hast loved, and I 
Thee ; but this death was mixed with all my life, 



ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON in 

Mine end with my beginning ; and this law, 

This only, slays me, and not my mother at all. 

And let no brother or sister grieve too sore. 

Nor melt their hearts out on me with their tears, 

Since extreme love and sorrowing overmuch 

Vex the great gods, and overloving men 

Slay and are slain for love's sake ; and this house 

Shall bear much better children ; why should these 

Weep ? but in patience let them live their lives 

And mine pass by forgotten : thou alone. 

Mother, thou sole and only, thou not these, 

Keep me in mind a little when I die 

Because I was thy first-born ; let thy soul 

Pity me, pity even me gone hence and dead. 

Though thou wert wroth, and though thou bear again 

Much happier sons, and all men later born 

Exceedingly excel me ; yet do thou 

Forget not, nor think shame ; I was thy son. 

Time was I did not shame thee ; and time was 

I thought to live and make thee honorable 

With deeds as great as these men's ; but they live. 

These, and I die ; and what thing should have been 

Surely I know not ; yet I charge thee, seeing 

I am dead already, love me not the less, 

Me, O my mother ; I charge thee by these gods, 

My father's, and that hoHer breast of thine. 

By these that see me dying, and that which nursed, 

Love me not less, thy first-born : though grief come, 



112 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 

Grief only, of me, and of all these great joy, 
And shall come always to thee ; for thou knowest, 
O mother, O breasts that bare me, for ye know, 

sweet head of my mother, sacred eyes. 
Ye know my soul albeit I sinned, ye know 
Albeit I kneel not neither touch thy knees, 
But with my hps I kneel, and with my heart 

1 fall about thy feet and worship thee. 

And ye farewell now, all my friends ; and ye. 

Kinsmen, much younger and glorious more than I, 

Sons of my mother's sister ; and all farewell 

That were in Colchis with me, and bare down 

The waves and wars that met us : and though times 

Change, and though now I be not anything, 

Forget not me among you, what I did 

In my good time ; for even by all those days. 

Those days and this, and your own living souls, 

And by the light and luck of you that live, 

And by this miserable spoil, and me 

Dying, I beseech you, let my name not die. 

But thou, dear, touch me with thy rose-hke hands. 

And fasten up mine eyelids with thy mouth, 

A bitter kiss ; and grasp me with thine armS; 

Printing with heavy lips my light waste flesh, 

Made light and thin by heavy-handed fate, 

And with thine holy maiden eyes drop dew, 

Drop tears for dew upon me who am dead, 

Me who have loved thee ; seeing without sin done 



ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 113 

I am gone down to the empty weary house 

Where no flesh is nor beauty nor swift eyes 

Nor sound of mouth nor might of hands and feet. 

But thou, dear, hide my body with thy veil, 

And with thy raiment cover foot and head. 

And stretch thyself upon me and touch hands 

With hands and lips with lips : be pitiful 

As thou art maiden perfect ; let no man 

Defile me to despise me, saying. This man 

Died woman-wise, a woman's offering, slain 

Through female fingers in his woof of hfe, 

Dishonorable ; for thou hast honored me. 

And now for God's sake kiss me once and twice 

And let me go ; for the night gathers me, 

And in the night shall no man gather fruit. 

ATALANTA. 

Hail thou : but I with heavy face and feet 
Turn homeward and am gone out of thine eyes. 

CHORUS. 

Who shall contend with his lords 

Or cross them or do them wrong ? 
Who shall bind them as with cords 1 

Who shall tame them as with song ? 
Who shall smite them as with swords ? 

For the hands of their kingdom are strong. 



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